Timmy slammed his bedroom door shut behind him, shuffled over to his bed, and slumped onto it, burying his face in his pillow. A puff of air accompanied by a tiny tingle blew through his hair and he flipped over , staring into Cosmo's dopey smile and wide eyes.
"So," he asked, drawing out the word, "how was school? Did you ask out the girl in your class?"
"Yes," he said flatly.
"And?"
"She said she'd rather date a hairless chimp." He left out the part where she and all her friends laughed at him nonstop throughout the rest of the day.
"Oh, that's an easy one." Cosmo raised his wand and the star on the tip glowed bright for a few seconds.
In a flash, Timmy suddenly felt lanky and hunched. He glanced down at the strange, bald monkey feet and scratched the protruding muzzle where his mouth was a moment ago. "No, that's not it," he said. Cosmo's wand sparkled again and he returned to his normal human self, including pants and pink shirt. "She's like all the others. They all reject me for one reason or another. I'm too short, I have buck teeth, my hat's stupid."
Cosmo zipped over him to the other side. "Well, you could always wish all of that away."
"Wouldn't that be building a relationship based on a lie?"
Cosmo laughed and patted Timmy's head. "Oh, Timmy. As my Mama Cosma always said, 'All the best relationships are built on white lies.' "
The source being e xactly why he shouldn't take that bit of advice. "But when I turn eighteen, I'd turn back to normal. No, I need something permanent. I'm sick of having no love life. I'm nearly thirteen for crying out loud! " He hopped out of bed and paced around the floor, hands behind his back. Maybe he needed a woman's perspective. "Where's Wanda?"
"She had to go to Fairy World. Jorgen wanted a report on you and to make sure that-"
"-I haven't wished for anymore world-changing or secret wishes," Timmy finished. "Yeah, yeah. Okay, I can't wish for anyone to fall in love with me."
"Right." In a cloud of smoke, a floating book titled DA RULES appeared and hovered in mid-air beside Cosmo. It flipped open through dozens of pages before landing on one titled Love & Romance. "No wishing that someone was in love with you."
"Unless we ask Cupid," Timmy said and he shuddered at the thought. They hadn't always had the best encounters with Cupid and asking him for help was all but guaranteed to go sideways. The last thing he needed was more bad luck in his love life.
H e pondered that rule over and over in his head for a minute. No wishing that someone was in love with him. That was out of the question. However, what about someone with a crush on him? That had to work right? In fact, h e couldn't believe he didn't think of that before. "Cosmo, what about someone already in love with me? Could I wish to date them?"
His fairy godparents read through the rules, flipping a few pages to double-check. Then he looked up with a large grin. "I smell a loophole!"
He pumped his arms excitedly and pointed at Cosmo. "Okay! I wish whatever girl loved me wanted to date me, do everything that couples do together, and was here at my house . Aside from Tootie!" he quickly clarified. The last thing he needed was to give her more of an excuse to stalk him.
C osmo's wand sparkled and filled the bed room with a blinding light. When it died down, Timmy looked around the room. Everything appeared normal. Completely and utterly normal. He waited for a minute, scanning every corner , checking the window, wondering if maybe his new love was waiting outside for him. But aside from a couple of neighbors gardening, nobody appeared.
"What gives?" he asked.
"Sorry, Timmy." Cosmo held his wand with both hands and looked at him pitifully, as though he were an unwanted, abandoned puppy. "I guess there isn't a girl who loves you."
He sighed and hung his head. As if his self-esteem hadn't taken enough punches today. If he didn't wind up in a therapist's office by high school, he'd be very surprised.
"All this wishing and depression is making me hungry," Cosmo commented. Timmy felt peckish too and picked up the fishbowl off his nightstand, walking out with it as Cosmo dove into the bowl. He turned himself into his pet goldfish and swam about in the plastic castle inside.
Downstairs, Timmy's mother diced some lettuce and deli meat, throwing pieces onto a sandwich already packed with tomatoes, cheese, and condiments. "Timmy!" she said brightly and chopped faster, sliding the snack onto a plate. "I was just about to bring this to your room. I'll bet you're feeling hungry."
"Oh, thanks, Mom." He accepted the plate and sat at the table, setting the fishbowl aside and chewing thoughtfully. Maybe he wished wrong? Was there something he forgot to add? His mom flitted about, bringing him a glass of juice, a napkin, and patting his head as he thought. He made sure to ask that the girl appear at the house. And that it not be Tootie. He broke off part of the sandwich and tossed it into the fishbowl for Cosmo.
His mom sat across from him, her hands folded together, and grinned at him. "How was school, sweety?"
He sipped his juice, wondering how best to answer. "It was fine."
"That's good. Got any homework?"
"A little." She kept staring at him, hardly blinking. Then he really took her in. The snack, the interest in his day, the friendly face. She was about to drop a bomb on him like his parents usually did, buttering him up only to deliver the bad news that dropkicked him off the feel-good ledge.
He wiped his mouth and pushed aside the unfinished sandwich. He narrowed his eyes and rested his elbows on the table. "Okay, what's going on?"
"What do you mean?"
"You're about to tell me something." He studied her for a few moments. "Like you and Dad are going away for the weekend and I'm going to be stuck with Vicky the whole time."
She laughed and shook her head. "Oh, no, no. No, Vicky won't be coming over this week at all."
No Vicky? No evil babysitter to terrorize him? That sounded too good to be true. "Why's that?"
"Because I'll be watching you." She stood and strode around the table, kneeling beside him. "We don't spend enough time together."
He cocked an eyebrow as she leaned in closer. "Mom, what's going on? Did you read some new trendy parenting book"
"Of course not. Can't I show my love for my son?"
Suddenly, it hit him like a thunderbolt. The wish did work. The girl who loved him didn't appear out of thin air because she was already at his house. In exploiting the loophole, he'd forgotten to specify the type of love . He glanced at Cosmo, who was still piecing things together slowly.
"Mom, maybe you need to lie down." He hopped onto the table and backed away from her. She crawled up after him like a lioness stalking its prey, knocking the plate and juice onto the floor.
"Why would I? I feel great now that you're here."
A tiny buzzing hovered near Timmy's ear and he spotted Cosmo, disguised as a green housefly. "Timmy, I think we made a mistake with the wish."
"Gee, you think?" he hissed. He reached the end of the table and plopped awkwardly into a chair. His mom continued her approach, one slender arm at a time, and tugged at her shirt collar. "I wish she was back to normal."
Cosmo's wand sparkled in his insect fist, then drooped. "It's no good."
"Go check the rulebook. See what we can do," Timmy whispered.
"Timmy?" His mother looked around as Cosmo flew off. "Who are you talking to?"
"Oh, just myself," he said, trying to play it off. However, he couldn't act casually. Nothing about this was normal. "Mom, uh, what are you planning to do?"
"I already said," she reached for him and caught him by his shirt collar before he could slide out of the chair. She lifted him up and set him back on the table underneath her and her chest hung heavily over him. "I want to show my son some love." Her fruity citrus perfume grabbed hold of him and refused to let go as she settled on him, her weight almost crushing him.
"What about Dad?" she wheezed.
"Oh, I love him too. But right now, I want to be with you." She flicked off his cap and propped her chin in her hand, drawing circular patterns in his chest with her fingernail. "Is that so wrong?"
In so many ways , he thought. However, she was still a woman. Between the shape of her body pressed against him and her finger trailing up along his neck, he stood no chance against his teenage hormones. After all, they were already in full swing after the frustrating day at school and encouraged him to give in.
No, I have to hold out until Cosmo gets back. I have to hoooold oooout. His determination sputtered as his mom gripped the bulge jutting out of his pants.
"Oh, goodie. You want to skip to my favorite part too." With that, she ripped off his pants and underwear. His erection flung out, smacking against her cheek, but she didn't mind. Instead, she grabbed it with all the enthusiasm he did with his favorite action figure.
The kitchen table was shockingly cold and he shivered against her. "Oh, poor Timmy," she said, wrapping her arm behind his head and mashing his face against her breasts. Oh, they were so soft. "Are you cold?"
"A little," he admitted as she stroked him slowly. He rose to full prominence in her experienced hand and wondered if she pleasured Dad in the same way. Nope, don't go there. This is already mentally scarring enough.
"That's okay," she said, lifting her shirt up. She unsnapped her bra and her breasts toppled out. Rich, full, exquisite. Moreso than on any girl he'd ever seen at school and they were soft against his cheek. He actually hated when she pulled them away, but immediately gasped when she laid on her back, pressing her chest together with her hands.
"Why don't you come over here and warm up?" she asked, lifting the heavy load higher. The dark space between them called for Timmy, begging him to enter. To come enjoy himself.
Guided by his cock, Timmy leapt onto his mom in his excitement. He pressed the underside of his length against her chest, savoring the sensation. For a brief moment, he closed his eyes, wondering what he was doing. This is all because of the wish. I shouldn't. I shouldn't.
"Oh, Timmy," she called to him in a sweet, melodious voice. She shook her breasts up and down against him.
That shattered his hesitation. He grabbed hold of her breasts, smaller hands digging into the flesh, and buried himself deep between them. The sensation was like nothing he'd ever experienced before. So smooth, so hot, so...right. He should've been taken aback by the purple head poking out the top of her lovely mounds or how she stretched her neck and lapped at the tip.
But he wasn't. It was all so good and all thoughts of Cosmo, the rulebook , and reversing the wish flew right out the window. With those pesky deterrents out of the way, he pulled back and rammed into her again, pushing deeper so that he easily reached her mouth.
"Someone's eager," she said, popping the tip into her mouth like a lollipop and following it with every movement. Her tongue swirled around it, spurring him to thrust deeper.
This was, without a doubt, the best wish he ever made. Why didn't he think of it sooner? Who needed the girls are school anymore? With his mom, he had all he ever needed.
And more it seemed, as she scooted back from him. Biting her lip, she unbuttoned her pants, slid them down, and finished taking off her shirt. All that laid between Timmy and the final prize was a plain pair of lilac panties. A dark spot coated the center, suctioning to her sex to outline the puffy lips. A preview of what lied beneath.
He looked up at his mom and she retained that dazzling smile, urging him on. He cast aside his own shirt, kneeling before her in the buff, and reached forward. Carefully, he rolled down her panties to her ankles and she lifted a leg high in the air, kicking them off with a dancer's grace.
Then it was before him. The very thing his burgeoning hormones fantasized about day and night, at school and outside of it, and anytime he used the internet. It was much better in person that he ever could have dreamed. It pulsed with tiny rivulets of juices, her essence, flowing down and dripping onto the table. His own length seemed to stand straighter, as though addressing and greeting this delectable treasure.
"Sweety, are you going to stare at it all day?" she asked, putting on a fake frown. "I had hoped for more than that."
Right, don't lose your head. After all, he didn't know how much time he had. With his luck, Cosmo would reappear any second, rulebook in hand, happily announcing that he found a way to reverse all this. Timmy needed to move fast.
Holding onto his mom's bent knee with one hand and his shaft with the other, he aimed and pressed against her lips, kissing them with the head. She hummed in delight and spread her thighs wider. "Do it, Timmy," she said in a quiet voice. "Make me yours."
Her words seemed to lasso him around the waist, tighten into a knot on the pit of his stomach, and pull him forward and into her with their power. He reached halfway, making her gasp and reach for him. Her fingers clutching at the tufts of his hair, confirming she could take more. He drove in all the way.
A deep breath Timmy didn't know he'd been holding exploded out of his lungs. It was amazing! This was amazing! He'd been to other planets, traveled through time, and experienced just about every out-of-this-world event one could think of. And nothing, not one of them, compared his mom's pussy clenching him. It squeezed and caressed him with a wet suction, both of their sexes fitting together like a lock and key.
He'd only just entered her and already his limbs felt drained. How was that possible? His face smacked against her stomach and she gathered him up, pulling his head higher into her breasts.
"Oh, yes," she cooed, hugging him tight and shivering. "Yes, keep going. Do it again."
He summoned his strength and pulled back. When he penetrated her again, it was just as good as the first time. Better even! She was soaked and he moved easily inside her. "Mom," he groaned and wrapped his arms around her back.
"Let me help you." She grabbed his hips, easily pushing him deep with each thrust.
Timmy's head spun. He didn't realize he was panting and sweating profusely until his mouth was incredibly dry. He needed a drink, but didn't dare stop at all. Not that he could anyway. Nothing short of someone walking in would make him stop and perhaps not even then.
As if on cue, Cosmo reappeared beside him, buzzing around his ear. "Timmy, I couldn't find-What are you doing?!"
He winced at the shrill yell and ducked his head below his mom's breasts, hiding from view. "I couldn't help it," he said, the words strangling in his throat when his mom's muscles gripped him tight. "She kept coming onto me."
"Keep going," his mom said, fondling her breasts. "Right there. Oh, oh, rub right here too!" Her fingers tapped her raised clit and Timmy massaged it with his thumb, making her screams louder.
"This might make things more complicated," Cosmo warned.
Timmy didn't care about that. He wanted Cosmo gone so he could enjoy all of this. "Just keep looking. I'll deal with this. Wait, before you go," he said, a sudden thought crossing his mind, "I need something to drink."
"Sure thing." Cosmo held up his wand and a soda can appeared beside him.
"I've got my hands kind of full," he said, then murmured his wish to Cosmo.
"Really? I don't know," Cosmo said.
"What did you say?" his mother asked.
"No, just complementing how tight you are." He turned to Cosmo and jerked his head insistently at his mom. The fairy's wand tingled and then he disappeared.
Timmy lifted himself up to his mother's breasts again. Her face was one of absolute pleasure and her eyes were half lidded. Timmy wrapped his fingers around her pink areola and eyed her pert nipple. Time to see if the wish worked.
He squeezed and white dollops trickled out of her nipple. He quickly snatched the other and to his delight, it produced milk too. He dove onto one, sucking and drinking greedily and his mom hissed, looking down at him. "Sweety, what's going on?"
He switched to the other breast. "I was a little thirsty."
She scooped up a drop of milk and tasted it. "Um, is this normal?"
"Totally," he said between gulps. It was unusually sweet and he loved it. "I saw it on the internet."
"Okay." She sounded dubious, but he slammed his hips into hers, driving her attention back to the main attraction. "As long as you keep going, you can have as much as you want."
It was heaven for him. Her lustful cries, the way her hands slid over his back, how he could bury his head deep into her chest. It was all better than any wet dream he'd ever had.
Unfortunately, like a dream, it was all coming to an end far too soon. His mom sensed it too and she lifted his head, staring deep into his eyes. "You're close," she stated and he nodded dumbly. "Me too. I want you to finish inside."
"But, Mom-"
"No 'buts.' Inside." Her long legs shot into the air and curled around him, holding him in place so that he couldn't escape. She was serious. She threw her head back, yelling his name and her legs tightened around him.
I've come this far. He moved his hips as fast as he could, the pressure building, climbing to its peak. Then he spasmed, his whole body twitching and jumping without remorse as he filled her. His hands slipped and he collapsed onto her stomach, gasping for air.
She unfurled her legs and scooped him up into a great, big hug, smashing his face into her skin. "Thank you. I loved it. And I love, love, love you."
He twisted his head, managing to catch a small breath . "I love you too, Mom."
"I'm so happy you do." She stroked his hair, picking at strands here and there for a couple of minutes. Finally, she added, "I was afraid you didn't."
"What? Why?"
She sighed. "I know we aren't the most attentive parents. We always have to leave you with a babysitter and sometimes I feel like we," she shrugged, "don't acknowledge you enough. You're a wonderful son and I'm sorry."
He was happy his face was hidden. He hadn't planned on a confession and the atmosphere turned a little awkward at it. "It's okay," he said. "I know you guys don't mean it." Besides, having Cosmo and Wanda by his side had more than made up for his parents' faults.
"Still, I'll make it up to you. Starting now, we're going to be around each other everyday." She lifted him higher so they were eye to eye and kissed him. "And we'll do this all the time."
He beamed. "Really?"
"Of course. Now, how about we have a special dinner, you and me. And then maybe later," she grinned and looked down at his half-hard length, "we can go at it again."
He returned the kiss. "Yeah. I'd like that."
Before Wanda returned, Timmy swore Cosmo to the utmost secrecy. After all, his fairy godparent wasn't able to find any way to reverse the wish in the rulebook. When Timmy's dad returned home, his mom treated him lovingly all the same, so their relationship wasn't affected. As far as the wish was concerned, the only lasting effect was that Timmy's mom was now in love with him too and much more attentive to his needs.
"Did something happen?" Wanda asked several days later. "Your mom seems a lot nicer to you."
"Nope, nothing at all," Timmy quickly told her. He shook his head imperceptibly at Cosmo, who made a zipping gesture across his lips.
Several weeks later, his mom called Timmy into her bedroom alone. When he entered, she shut the door and excitedly handed him a strip. He read "Pregnancy Test" on one end and checked the oval on the other. Two blue lines appeared.
"Wait," he said slowly and looked up at her. "Does this mean you're-?"
She nodded and rubbed the curve of her stomach. "Yes."
His head was swimming as she picked him up and set him down on the bed. "Is it mine?"
"Yes," she said and yanked off his pants.
"What about Dad?"
"I'll come up with something later. Now, how about we celebrate?"
He grinned as she tucked her hair behind her ear and licked the tip of his rapidly growing shaft. That sounded perfect to him.