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I've always told my mother that she works too much.

She's a full-time attorney by day, and she somehow finds the time to teach a few evening classes per week at the law school which I attend.

As a result, her love life had really suffered. Her workaholic behavior came as a result of the divorce several years ago. Overworking was her way of coping and moving on, and it left her in a cycle of being lonely and longing for the perfect man in her life.

The Sex Genie

It was late in the afternoon and I was hard at work helping my elderly neighbor load her things into the back of her truck. Her husband had recently passed away and she decided to move out of state to live closer with her adult c***dren. She and her husband had owned a small antique shop together, so lifting the boxes out of her garage was no small order.

"Thank you again for all your help," she said as I loaded the last box. "It's very kind of you."

I tried my best not to sound tired. "Oh...don't mention it Ms. Patterson. You're a nice lady and it's the least I could do for you. Besides, my mother would kick my butt if I didn't help. She's always been a huge supporter of yours."

She smiled, "And I have always been very fond of her as well. She's such a lovely woman and she has also brought a lot of business my way over the years for my Tarot Card readings."

"Oh right. She loves those things. Don't tell her I told you, but she and her friends always get together and have fun talking about it whenever they get new predictions from you."

"I'm glad," she happily replied. "You're not much of a believer in that are you? You don't seem like one."

"Well...not really to be honest. A lot of this kind of stuff out there seems like a scam. I'm not saying you are, but in general. But for what it's worth, my mother and her friends swear by your annual fortune telling. They love discussing its meaning and how accurate all your previous predictions were."

She shrugged, "Your skepticism is certainly understandable. You've always been a smart young man. That's what I like about you. And just between you and me, my cards always tell the truth. They're special, just like a lot of things in the back of that truck."

"Really?" I replied.

"Yes, really. You're giving me that skeptical look again which I've seen countless times in the decades I've been in this business, but it's the truth. My husband and I are modest people and have never tried to make a big fuss for the sake of showing off. We've always held the belief that owning these things are an honor, and a means to make a small income. But now that he's gone and I'm getting older, maybe it's time to start passing them along to people who truly deserve these gifts. You and your mother seem like ideal candidates for something special."

"So you're going to give us one of your special items?"

She nodded, "Anything you want. Pick one thing you like out of this box and it's yours."

Ms. Patterson opened the top of a large white box to reveal an assortment of old looking items. I literally had no idea what most of them were at first glance.

"Thanks for the offer," I replied. "But I wouldn't feel right taking anything so valuable to you for free. If it's alright with you, I'd like to pay full price. I'm sure my mother would love one of those things as a souvenir to remember you by."

"Like I said, I'm a modest woman, and I don't need anymore money. Pick anything you'd like and it's yours as a special gift."

I kept looking inside the box. "Hmmm...I don't know where to start. They all look the same to me."

She then reached inside of a different box nearby and picked up her signature Tarot Cards and split them in half.

"Maybe this will help," she said. "Take the top card and flip it over."

I did as she asked and flipped the top card over. It was a picture of a knight in shining armor.

"What does it mean?" I asked.

"It's the Knight of Cups," she replied. "He represents love and the romantic nature. It means that you're a romantic and that you're quite popular with members of the opposite sex. Not surprising since you're so handsome and charming."

"Thanks. I can't complain. I do pretty well in that department."

"Maybe you do, but not your mother. Is she still working around the clock? I told her she would find fulfillment in her love life by the end of the year, and it hasn't happened yet. She's anxious about that and she obviously feels very lonely."

"You're right," I replied in agreement. "She works non-stop and she's often too busy to date. And if she does date, her standards are ridiculously high. I can't say I blame her since she's a really beautiful and smart woman. If I were her, I guess I'd be picky too."

Ms. Patterson nodded and rummaged around her all important white box and pulled out a small and dirty looking gold lamp.

She stared at it and replied, "Take this. I've kept it on the shelf for over twenty years waiting for the right person to give it to. When you're alone, rub the side of this lamp until smoke starts coming out. Don't be afraid. This should solve all of your mother's problems. You'll see..."

***THE KNIGHT OF CUPS***

That evening, my mother and I had just finished dinner when she brought out small plates for dessert. It was a freshly baked pie from Ms. Patterson, which she gave it to my mother after the two of them said their final goodbyes earlier.

"You know, Ms. Patterson couldn't stop talking about how helpful you were today," mom said as she cut the pie and served it. "That was very sweet of you."

"It's no big deal. She's always been really nice to us and it was the least I could do," I replied.

"Speaking of which, she told me you had your first reading today. The Knight of Cups huh? I've always known you were a stud."

I looked at her and smiled as we ate. "Oh come on mom. There's only a certain amount of cards and any of them could be made to suit anybody. I'm just saying..."

"Okay, maybe some of what she says is a stretch," she conceded. "But I find it to be very romantic to have something positive to look forward to. You know, a prince charming, that sort of thing. It's nice keeping that in mind. That's why some of my single friends and I enjoy her company. Ms. Paterson has always been an intuitive person and she knows how to play to a certain demographic."

"Well that about sums it up. She's a really nice lady, but she finds a way to appeal to the hopeless romantic types, or whoever happens to be paying her for that stuff."

She gave me a playful look and raised her eyebrow. "Hopeless romantic types huh? Is that what I've become?"

"You know what I mean," I replied with a playful look of my own. "Trust me, you're a real catch and men would line up at the door to marry you if you just gave the right signals. But you're always working and you never give anybody a chance."

"I guess you're right, and I'll need to fix that. But then again, I'm not a graduate student anymore and I can't go around chasing tail with all my free time."

I smiled, "So now we're talking about me?"

She got up and gave me a big kiss on the forehead before putting her plate in the sink.

"I miss being your age. Now if you'll excuse me, I better get going. I wouldn't want to keep my class waiting on account of my personal life," she said jokingly.

***THE WORLD OF LOVE & LUST***

For the most part, it was a boring night for whatever reason. I wasn't in the mood for any of my legal homework. There was nothing good on tv. It was one of those nights.

10 pm came and I decided to go to bed since I had to wake up early the next morning. But before I switched off the light, I looked at the small lamp which Ms. Patterson gave me earlier. I picked it up and held it in my hand.

"Why the heck not? There's nothing better to do..." I said to myself.

I gripped the handle tightly with one hand, and with the other, I rubbed the side. I kept rubbing for personal amusement until it started becoming warmer and warmer. Suddenly, to my complete and utter shock, smoke starting coming out of the nozzle even after I stopped rubbing. The smoke came fast and rapidly to the point where I thought about tossing the thing out of the window thinking it was some sort of gag gift or fire hazard. But none of those things were true. Something formed behind the large cloud in my room, and the smoke started to fade.

"What the fuck..." I gasped.

When the smoke quickly disappeared, a silhouette of a naked woman formed behind it. I was first able to see her perfectly chiseled face with her long black her. Then I saw her perfectly shaped small breasts with its dark nipples. Her skin had a dark olive complexion. She was tall. Her crotch was hairless and her legs were long and slender. Simply put, she put most fashion models to shame.

"You're...You're a...."

"A genie," she said as a matter of fact. "That I am. I prefer being called Isabelle though..."

My jaw nearly dropped and my mind spun around in dizzying circles trying to process all of this. A REAL LIFE FUCKING GENIE was in my bedroom. She was completely naked. And she was hot as hell.

"How is this even possible?" I asked. "I mean...how is this actually happening?"

Isabelle put her hands on her hips and modeled her incredibly sexy naked body. "I might be able to answer that after you tell me how the universe was created along with the meaning of life. Until then, all I know is that you have one wish."

I immediately began thinking of all the possibilities: a few million dollars, maybe a billion, maybe I could...

She added, "Before you answer that, you should know that your wish does not include material things. My domain is in the world of love and lust. Something reasonable of course. I'm not a miracle worker."

"So you're basically a sex genie?"

"In a way. But I prefer to focus on the more loving aspects."

"And I only have one wish?" I asked sadly. "Don't genies usually come with three wishes?"

"I'm still a novice unfortunately. But hopefully after this I might be able to get a promotion and grant a lucky someone two wishes. But let's get down to business; my previous owner mentioned something about your mother being lonely and you being popular with the ladies. So why don't you be a good boy and give her your wish? That way, everyone leaves happy."

"Okay. That makes the most sense. So how does this work anyway? Are you going to snap your fingers and something would happen? Is anything weird going to happen to my mom?"

She raised her eyebrow, "Just say the words, and it will be so..."

"It's that simple?" I asked.

"It's that simple," she stated. "There's nothing complicated or frightening about it."

I took a deep breath. "Okay. Here it goes: I wish that my mother would finally find true love and live happily ever after."

At that moment, I excepted something to immediately happen. The image I had in my head of lights flashing or supernatural things going on never happened. Instead, she walked over to my book case and picked up a family photo and looked it.

"Your mother is a very attractive woman. What's her name?" she asked.

"Margaret."

"How lovely. I think I'm going to enjoy this particular task."

She put the picture down and then winked at me. In the blink of an eye, she vanished in to thin air.

***A SOFT SPOT FOR YOU***

I woke up early the next morning having no idea what to expect. Did the genie change anything? Did she put a spell on somebody? Or was that whole thing just an incredibly vivid dream?

When I headed down the stairs, I saw my mother finishing up her coffee looking prim & proper as ever. She was in her suit and her hair and make up were done even more elegantly than usual. And most of all, her face looked glowing and radiant as if she had just won a million dollars. She had the infamous 'I just got laid' look on her face, but of course that was impossible since she came home right after class and went straight to bed.

What was equally as surprising was that she even found the time to fix me a large breakfast, complete with a neatly arranged table.

"Good morning sweetheart," she said with a loving smile.

"Morning mom. What's with the breakfast? You're usually in a hurry at this hour."

She continued smiling, "What can I say? I'm well rested and relaxed. I wish we could have eaten something together, but I'm leaving early to go buy breakfast pastries for everyone in the office."

"Okay, something's definitely up," I noted.

"What, I'm not allowed to do nice things for anyone? Come on, you need to lighten up," she said as she patted my back and gave me a kiss on the check. "I need to get going. Enjoy your food."

She gave me another kiss on my other check before we said our good-byes and she left.

***

When I sat down to eat, I couldn't help but wonder if the genie I saw had any part of this. Or maybe the whole thing was just a dream and I was looking for explanations for things that never happened.

My questions were soon answered when I saw Isabelle walking down the stairs with the same glowing look on her face that my mother had. She was even wearing my mother's silk robe.

"Good morning," she said vibrantly.

Everything came together seeing Isabelle the way she was in comparison to my mother. She had the same look of satisfaction written across her face. There was no other explanation.

"Did you sleep with my mother last night?" I asked bluntly and without filter.

She gave me a casual look. "I don't sleep. But if you're asking if I did sexual things with your mother, then yes, I did. Isn't that what you wanted? I made her happy."

I stammered at the thought of my mother having a lesbian encounter with a stunningly beautiful genie. "I...uh...that's...not exactly what I meant with that wish. I was actually hoping that you would help find..."

"I'm joking," she smiled. "I know what you meant. It takes time to find the right person for someone of her stature, and for true love to unfold in a genuine manner."

"Oh, sorry. The way you two were looking this morning, I seriously thought you had sex with her last night or something."

"Actually, that part wasn't a joke. I did have sex with her. Do you have something against lesbian or bisexual women?" she asked sternly.

I stammered again, "No...of course not...it's just that...I didn't think she was the type of woman to do something like that."

"Good," Isabelle replied, continuing her playfulness. "There's nothing wrong with a well educated mature woman enjoying the sapphic side of life once and a while. As you noticed, it was good for her. She's in such a wonderful mood this morning and it's helped with my research of her."

I tried my best to ignore the lesbian stuff with my mother, even though it sounded very erotic. I guess I didn't want to come off as being a creep in front of Isabelle.

"I've noticed. And how did you...you know...do that with her? She can be a real prude, and you're a total stranger in our house. I believe you, but I can barely wrap my head around this whole thing."

"I put her under my spell and gave her what she's always wanted deep down since she was in college. And by the way, you can stop giving me that odd look now, trust me, your mother really wanted and enjoyed it," she said with a smile.

Isabelle sat down across from me at the dining table and made herself comfortable.

"What look?" I replied.

"You seem so uneasy after finding out that your mother had sex with me last night," she said with a mischievous grin. "Isn't that what young men like to hear about? Don't you like the idea of two beautiful women fooling around together?"

I paused for a moment. "Well, yeah, most guys find that to be really hot. But it's not exactly normal to admit that about your own mother if you know what I mean."

She seductively crossed her legs. "So talking about your mother's sex life makes you uncomfortable huh? Then why spy on her?"

"Excuse me? How exactly would you know something like..."

"I was in your mother's head while she slept, figuring out ALL of her likes and dislikes. I found all of her sexual secrets and all of her sexual thoughts. She knows that you spy on her occasionally. But don't worry, she isn't mad about it. She doesn't mind."

"And that's how you had sex with her?" I asked, trying my best to change the embarrassing subject.

She shrugged. "I found all of her pleasure areas, and the naughty side of me couldn't resist the temptation to make love to her. So I did. We made love and she was extremely responsive to it. Being with a woman was a longtime fantasy of hers and she finally got to experience it. I physically appeared in front of her and we satisfied our sexual desires until we had nothing left. But to her, it was all just a vividly erotic wet dream which ended in an earth shattering orgasm. She woke up this morning with a big refreshing smile on her face and large wet spot beneath her blouse."

"Oh..." I gasped. "That sounds...bad. I mean in a good way. This whole thing is crazy. I still can't believe I'm talking to a real life genie or that we're actually having a conversation about this."

"Well it's happening. Get used to it. And I know for a fact that your mother really loves you. She has a soft spot for you in her heart."

"And I really love her," I replied like it was so obvious.

Isabelle flashed a gracious smile. "She really loves you is what I'm trying to say. Let me ask you a question; what if I said that you were the reason she has trouble dating?"

"I'd have a hard time believing that," I replied. "I mean, I've always been supportive of her and encouraged her to try and date more often. Heck, I even used my only wish to help her love life so she could be happy with someone."

"That's true. But what if she has trouble finding a date because YOU set a high standard for her. You've been the man of the house for the past few years, and as a result, she looks for men with your qualities. And from there, she went from looking for a man with your qualities to shamefully realizing that you're the perfect guy for her. She feels guilty about having those 'dirty' thoughts, but it's what her heart wants."

When I thought I was past the point of being shocked anymore, I found myself shocked again. That was the very last thing I had ever expected to hear in my life (and from a genie no less).

"I...I don't know what to say..."

Isabelle continued, "What if I told you that she secretly fantasizes about you at times? She owns a small vibrator which she keeps in a drawer next to her bed. She uses it only when her fingers can't take care of her stronger sexual needs. If she's in the right mood, she'll fantasize about taking your penis in her mouth, or her on top of you doing even more depraved things. Then she'll imagine herself being completely and utterly ravished by you."

At that point, nothing surprised me anymore- but I did feel an arousing sensation like I've never felt before in my life.

"So what now?" I asked. "It's obvious where you're headed with this and it seems like you've already made up your mind. You want me to...you know..."

"I've never come across anything as enthralling or captivating than seeing a mother & son being in love. You two would be perfect for each other. She secretly fantasizes about you, and I know that you secretly fantasize about her. All of us leave happy, including myself, since I expect a particularly naughty show sometime soon."

"Well, you might have to wait a while to see that, because I know that my mother isn't going to just spread her legs open for me so easily the way you're implying she would. We all have our fantasies, but that doesn't mean we just act on them."

Isabelle flashed a naughty grin. "You don't have to worry about that. I pushed the rights buttons last night, and if everything goes according to plan, she'll be aroused all day thinking of you. Like I said, you're her favorite fantasy."

I paused for a moment, thinking how all of this may soon become a reality..

"Just like that huh?" I asked seriously. "How do you know that this is what I want, or that this would be right for us? i****t isn't exactly a common practice in today's world you know."

"I'm a genie. It's my job to know what people want. Besides, the forbidden aspect of a mother & son making hot passionate love to each other is exactly why this is perfect for the both of you. She's sexually pent up and needs a strong release. And you're a warm blooded male who's great at sex and wants to screw his own mom. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to get going."

"To where? I thought genies spent all their time fulfilling wishes and lounging around all day."

"That's mostly true," she smiled. "But all this talk of i****tuous sex has gotten me fired up and I need to go take care of it. Now do me a favor and put this back in your mother's room for me."

Isabelle stood up and undid the robe to reveal her naked body. She playfully tossed my mother's silk robe over my head, and when I pulled it off, she had vanished.

***SMART, CHARMING, & WITTY***

That evening was a typical Friday for me and my mother, which meant that we sat on the living room couch together after dinner and watched a movie. That usually meant that we sat quietly next to each other and then would discuss what we saw afterwards. This time though, all I could think about was my mother sitting so close to me. I thought about if what Isabelle said was actually true, that she secretly fantasized about me. More importantly, I thought about what it would be like to actually have sex with my own mother, especially seeing her in shorts where her legs and feet were on full display.

"Did you like it?" mom asked as the movie credits rolled.

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"The film. What else do you think I meant? Did you like the movie?"

I nodded and gave a generic answer. "Not bad. The plot seemed kind of contrived and the acting and directing seemed a bit pretentious for my liking. Besides that is was okay."

"You could have just said it was boring," she said with a smile. "It's okay if you don't like my taste in movies. I promise we'll watch something with action or horror next week as opposed the usual artsy stuff that I force you to watch with me."

"Thanks. But this movie wasn't all bad though. It had a few good moments which were kind of interesting."

She continued smiling. "A few good moments huh? Like what, those sex scenes?"

"Yeah...well what can I say? The lead actress is really hot, and so was that other chick who got completely naked," I replied with humor.

She raised an eyebrow. "So you didn't mind that those women are around my age? I've always thought that handsome young men like yourself only have an eye for younger ladies; except of course for guys who are looking for that novelty 'milf' for bragging rights."

"Actually, you'd be surprised by how many young guys my age have a thing for older women. And I don't just mean for the 'novelty' aspect, I'm saying that they'd kick cheerleaders and models out of the way to get to a business woman in her mid-40's."

"That's fascinating to know. And would you include yourself in that group?"

If I didn't know any better, it was as if my mother resisted the urge to lick her lips as I saw her jaw and mouth move slightly.

"I'm not ashamed to say it, but yeah," I replied confidently. "Some of the best sexual experiences I've ever had in my life have been with older ladies- if you don't mind me being so blunt."

"Well there's something new I've learned about you today. And I don't mind you talking like that. It's hard for me to believe but you're an adult already. You've grown so fast."

I took a deep breath. "Do you mind if I ask you something personal?"

"Anything," she replied attentively.

"What do you look for in a guy?" I asked, trying my best to find out if Isabelle's i****tuous assertion was true.

Mom gave me a skeptical look at first. "Well, if you're that interested, I'm attracted to guys who are smart, charming, witty, and being handsome is a nice plus- basically all the generic stuff that women usually look for."

"And that's all? You seem a lot pickier than that with all of those successful guys throwing themselves at you, only to be turned away."

"There might be a few other criteria," she replied, maintaining her skepticism. "I'm fed up with men not calling me back after they've had their 'fun' with me. I like a man who can provide me with security and assurance that he won't leave me after he gets his sexual needs met. I want a man who I know would never get bored of me, and who I would never get bored of. A relationship like that is very hard to find. I thought I had that with your father, but I guess that wasn't the case."

I reached out at patted her on the leg. "You're a really special woman mom. I've got a great feeling that you'll find someone soon."

"I certainly hope so. And if Ms. Patterson's recent predictions have any truth to them, I shouldn't have to wait that much longer."

With that said, my mother got up and gave me a kiss on the forehead before we both said our 'good-nights' to each other. She was off to bed after a long tiresome week, and with my mind still in a frenzie, I used my Friday night to stay up late watching television.

***CAN YOU GUESS WHAT YOUR MOTHER IS DOING?****

It was past midnight when I finally headed up the stairs to go to my room. Just as I had reached the hallway, I heard the all to familiar sound of a woman moaning. And that moan was coming from my mom's bedroom. Given everything that had been going on recently, I wasn't as surprised as I normally should have been- but I was pretty surprised nonetheless.

"Shhh.....Can you guess what your mother is doing?"

I turned around to see the familiar sight of Isabelle and her naked body appearing out of nowhere.

"What the heck is going on?" I whispered.

She flashed a playful grin. "What's going on is your mother is in bed furiously pleasuring herself. I know what you're thinking, that this isn't like her to be so loud or so brazen. But I may have had something to do with that. I couldn't help it. You unknowingly sent her to bed with a female equivalent of a hard-on, and the poor woman needed to be satisfied..."

"So you did the same thing as last night and put her mind in sexual overdrive huh? Jeez, this is so bad. If she ever found that I had anything to do with this, she would never speak to me again."

"What's the matter? You don't think your mother deserves to have her needs met? Don't tell me your a male chauvinist who believes that only men are allowed to have a healthy sexual appetite and women aren't?"

"Of course not...but..."

Isabelle stepped forward and squeezed the outside of my shorts to feel my growing erection.

"Oh my," she quipped. "You're saying one thing but your body is saying something else. Do you want to make love to her or not? Be honest."

"I...I..."

Never in my life had I ever been at such a loss for words as I struggled to speak. Actually taking the chance to fuck my own mother was a lot more difficult than simply fantasizing about it.

Isabelle put her finger over my lips. "It's okay. I understand how hard the first step can be in this situation. Maybe we should work our way up to that point instead. Until then, your mother is a sexual mess right now, and someone has to lend a hand. You can watch if you want to. I don't mind."

She patted me on the shoulder and smiled before walking towards my mother's bedroom. The door was slightly open and her lights were on. My heart raced at the sight of Isabelle's naked body pushing the door open with the sound of my mother moaning in the background.

After a minute of awkwardly standing there not knowing what to do, I couldn't take it anymore and walked towards the bedroom.

There they were; my mother was lying flat on her back and Isabelle was on top of her in the sixty-nine position, while they both performed oral sex on each other. There was no way that my mother could see me since the genie's legs and thighs were wrapped around her face, but I could see that her mouth was busy working on the vagina buried her face. Mom's legs were sprawled across the bed and I could see Isabelle working her mouth on her vagina also, along with using her fingers and a small vibrator.

The sex genie knew I was watching and took a break from pleasing my mother's vagina to look up at me and smile.

"Oh my god..." my mother moaned in a low and depraved voice. "Please let me cum. I'll do anything...just put your tongue back on my clit and let me cum Please..."

Isabelle winked at me and replied to my sexually depraved mother, "As you wish Margaret. But remember, you said you'll do anything for me."

Without missing a beat, the genie brought her mouth back to my mother's clit and continued working her sexual magic. Her tongue, fingers, and vibrator all worked together to give my mother a ferocious orgasm.

I watched in awe as my mother's legs went stiff and her toes curled. Her moans were muffled by the fact that Isabelle's vagina was still buried in her face, and I could see her legs and body start to shiver as the feeling of sexual bliss sent waves throughout her body.

When it was over, the genie stood up which gave me an intimate look at my mother's nude body while her eyes remained closed in her state of ecstasy. My mom looked soft and feminine, and her body reflected her middle age. Her vagina was glistening with fluids along with Isabelle's saliva. Her breasts were small with large pink nipples that were still erect.

Isabelle ran her fingers through my mother's hair and gave her a kiss on the forehead. "You'll remember this as a wet dream tomorrow won't you?"

"Yes," she moaned back, still breathing heavily. "It was a nice dream. I'm so glad that I got to experience it."

"Good. You're such a hard working woman- you deserve this. You deserve having all of your fantasies come true. Now about that favor you owe me..."

"Anything..." mom panted.

Isabelle looked at me with a devious gleam in her eyes and bent down to whisper something in my mother's ear.

***SHE ASKED WITH GENUINE CURIOSITY***

Early the next morning was a typical Saturday at our house. Instead of being dressed up in one of her expensive and classy outfits, mom was dressed in a simple robe with her hair down looking out at the view through our living room window. Weekends were the only time she could relax from her hectic workweek.

She seemed different this morning the way she just gazed through the window without saying anything to me. She looked as though she had an epiphany in some way. And she had the same afterglow of sexual satisfaction the way she had yesterday.

"Morning," I said. "You look refreshed this morning."

She smiled, "I feel refreshed. Would you mind sitting next to me for a moment?"

Her hand patted the spot on the couch right beside her.

"Sure, what's up?" I replied as I sat.

"I have a sudden urge to tell you something personal, and I have no idea where it's coming from. It's something I'm ashamed of and I need to get it off my chest or else I know that I'll live to eventually regret it when I get old."

It didn't take more than a split second for me to figure out that this was the result of what Isabelle whispered in mom's ear last night. I knew what was coming, and all I could do was brace myself.

"You can tell me anything mom," I replied with as much bravery as I could muster. "And as weird as this sounds, I think I know what to expect. I also have something I want to tell you after."

She took a deep breath. "Fine. But first, I want you to promise me something; I want you to promise that if I tell you this, you won't think any less of me, and that it won't change our relationship in any way."

"Sure. Of course I promise mom. I'll never think less of you for anything."

"It's about last night," mom sighed. "When you asked me about what I looked for in a guy, I didn't exactly give you the full truth. There's no other way to say it, so I'll just get straight to the point; for the past few years, I've found myself comparing every guy I've dated to you. That's the issue that I've been having with men. They don't measure up to you. I love you, and more than just a maternal way."

The feeling in the room was indescribable. It felt as though an emotional atomic bomb had gone off and she looked as though she was ready for the worst rejection of her life.

She continued, "Well...say something. How does that make you feel? Was it what you expected? Did I cross the line?"

"It's exactly what I expected to hear," I replied. "And I have a huge confession to make of my own. When I helped Mrs. Patterson pack her stuff before she left, she gave me a small antique lamp as a gift for you. And as crazy and bizarre as this sounds, I rubbed it when you left for work the way she told me to, thinking it was a joke. I know this is going to sound crazy, but smoke started coming out of the nozzle and suddenly a real life..."

"A genie appeared?" she said with a wink.

"What...How...How did you know? You knew this entire time!?" I asked in disbelief.

"Not exactly. I was thinking all morning about what an emotional roller coaster I've been on these past few days, thinking dirty thoughts about you and a certain woman I've been having lewd fantasies about. Then I remembered a conversation I had with Mrs. Patterson years ago. I asked her how she met her husband, and she told me what I thought was a tall tale about how she was his brother, and how a naked genie brought them together. She said it with humor and I laughed it off as a joke. But it wasn't until this morning that I realized that she might not have been joking after all."

"So what now? Do you want me to tell you how I feel? Or do we just go back to the way things were and forget about all this?"

She leaned back against the chair and slightly parted her legs. "Tell me about what you saw last night and how you felt about it. We can start there and figure out where to go after."

I took a deep breath realizing where this was headed. "Well, I heard you moaning as I came up the stairs and your door was open. I didn't know how to react and Isabelle appeared. She was naked and wanted me to...you know...do stuff with you..."

"Her name is Isabelle? She's beautiful isn't she?"

My mother slid her hand down beneath her robe and on her crotch.

"She is," I replied.

"Then what? Did you do anything to me when Isabelle made me that vulnerable? Did you do anything to me that I don't know about?"

My heart began to race as the look in my mother's eyes changed. She went from being nervous to relaxed. And I could see the hand underneath her robe begin to move. She was clearly fingering herself in front of me while I was telling her what happened.

"I was too nervous to do anything. But Isabelle wasn't. I looked inside your bedroom later to find her on top of you. You two were pleasing each other orally."

"How did you react?" she asked in a depraved voice.

"I got hard," I admitted to her, causing her eyes to light up. "It was the first time I had ever seen you naked or aroused. It was like a dream come true. You were enthralled in the moment and you begged her to let you cum. You promised to do anything. And when she heard that, she let you cum. It was amazing to watch."

"And after? What happened afterwards?"

"I saw your fully naked body when she got up. She whispered something in your ear, I didn't know what it was, but it's obvious now that she told you to confess your feelings to me."

To my disappointment, mom pulled her hand out of her robe. "God, I can't believe I'm doing this. I might have just made the biggest mistake of my life touching myself like that in front of you. I'm sorry."

I reached over to grab her hand and I noticed that the tips of her fingers were wet. Without a word, I lifted her hand and guided it back to her crotch, and she slipped it back inside.

"Don't be sorry. Isabelle said that you knew that I've spied on you before. That should answer your question."

She smiled, "Okay. We'll give it another try. So where did we leave off?"

"I was just telling you about how Isabelle secretly made you promise to do something."

"Oh right. And what happened afterwards?"

In the corner of my eye, I saw my mother's hand getting back to work, rubbing herself. Her legs spread further and she became more comfortable masturbating in front of me.

"Afterwards, she tucked you in, but not before I had a final look at your naked body. I asked her what she told you, and she said to wait until morning- that I would love it. Isabelle told me get some rest and planted a big kiss on my mouth. It felt great, and it felt even better once I realized that I was tasting your fluids. She patted my erection and told me to enjoy myself before she disappeared."

"And did you? What did you think about?" she asked with genuine curiosity.

"I thought about how good you looked naked. You're such a beautiful woman. And I thought about what it would be like to actually have sex with my own mother in real life."

It was at that point which my mother spread the lower half of her robe open to reveal her bare vagina to me up close. It was pink and moist, and it looked even better now than seeing it from across the room like I did yesterday.

"I wasn't planning on this," she said with complete sincerity. "I thought I would just confess and that would be it. It just so happened that I got out of the shower and got a cup of coffee, and then you came down the stairs early before I could get dressed."

My mother grabbed my hand and brought it to her vagina. She didn't need to say anything to let me know that she wanted me to finger her. And I did just that, feeling the wetness and warmth of her most intimate area.

"This is a lot better," I replied while keeping my fingers busy in my mother. "I've always wanted to do this. It's a dream come true. And I couldn't believe it when Isabelle told me that this is what you've wanted as well."

Mom smiled, "She did? Then she must have told what else I've wanted to do with you."

Her hand reached down and she began to massage my erection through my shorts as I continued fingering her.

"Isabelle told me about this as well," I replied, containing my excitement. "She told me about how you wanted to...you know...do other stuff with me..."

She squeezed my erection even tighter.

"Can you blame me? You're a handsome guy and I've heard that you've got quite the reputation in a certain department. But first, give your mother a kiss. I've waited far too long for this."

We both leaned in and pressed our lips against each other. Our hands tightened as our kiss became more intimate. I could feel her becoming wetter, and she could feel me becoming even more erect.

After our tongues had finished wrestling around in each others mouth, my mother stood up with a sly grin on her face. She casually untied her robe and let it fall to the floor, revealing her naked body standing directly in front of me.

"So what do you think?" she asked with her hands on her hips. "I know I'm a lot older than those college co-eds or other law students that you're used to sleeping with, but I hope I can make that up to you in other ways."

I looked over her womanly body and marveled at her womanly figure. She had an average build with curves around her hips and thighs. Her sagging breasts showed her age, and her pink nipples stood at full attention.

"Mom, you're stunning. I'd gladly take you over any college co-ed. You're amazing."

She gave me a look of sincere appreciation and got down on her knees. "You've always been a real charmer. No wonder you're such a hit with the ladies. Now if you don't mind, I've got to see what all the fuss is about down there."

My mother got to work pulling down my shorts. And normally, my eyes would pay full attention to any woman doing that. But this time, my eyes were drawn to the genie in the background. Isabelle had appeared on the couch behind my mother, and she was completely naked with her legs spread. The genie started to masturbate to this unholy mother/son coupling. It was as if seeing us together was her reward for all of her 'difficult' work.

"I never thought I'd ever say this in my entire life, but you've got a nice cock," mom said once it was freed.

"Thanks. And I'm pretty sure you know what to do with it," I teased.

She smiled and winked, "Your wish is my command."

As if nothing was out of the ordinary, my own mother leaned down to take my cock inside of her mouth. There was no foreplay or build-up, just a woman eager to suck her son's cock after years of desire and frustration.

It felt amazing. And it was even more amazing seeing Isabelle lean back and masturbate with even more enthusiasm. Her mouth opened as she fingered herself harder and let out small moans to the sight of my mother sucking me off. I couldn't tell if mom knew the genie was behind her or not. Maybe Isabelle appeared me only at that very moment. Or maybe my mother didn't care, or maybe she enjoyed having that one-woman audience. Whatever the case, all three of us were having a great time.

"Am I doing okay?" she asked after she took my saliva covered cock out of her mouth. "Is this how you like having it done to you?"

"You bet it is. And it's even better having this done by my own mom. Most guys have this fantasy you know."

She stroked my cock up and down. "I had an idea that was the case. I'm just glad that you're one of the guys who are open to this. Who would have guessed that all it took for this to happen was a genie?"

"You're right about that mom," I replied looking at Isabelle grinning in the background. "And if you keep stroking me like this, our first time together is going to be a short encounter. Your hands and mouth are really something else."

Mom pursed her lips and pressed them against the tip of my head and along the length of my shaft when she replied.

"Well, I wouldn't want our first time together to be only with my hands and mouth," she said, planting another kiss on my hard cock. "I have another fantasy which needs to be taken care of."

With that said, my mother stood back up and I once again marveled at her womanly body. She was completely unashamed being naked in front of me. But I didn't get to appreciate her figure for long as she planted her knees onto the couch with her legs open and used her fingers to guide the tip of my cock inside of her body.

"Jeez that feels tight," I groaned as she slid herself in.

"It's been a while since I've had something as big as a man's penis in me," she smiled back.

My mother pressed the weight of her naked body against me. She felt warm, wet, and inviting. And when she pressed her face against my chest to once again get used to the feeling of a man inside of her, I saw Isabelle masturbating with even more intensity than before. Her mouth was wide open and she was getting off on the fact that I was actually fucking my own mother.

I looked Isabelle in the eyes and squeezed my mother's ass checks to pull her closer to me and to get deeper inside.

"Ohh..." she moaned. "That feel so good. I can't believe it took this long for this to finally happen."

We kissed each other passionately and our tongues once again wrestled in each others mouth. Her hips clenched and she slowly started to rock her body back and forward. Her gyrating body picked up in speed and formed a rhythm which felt incredible. We had just broke the ultimate barrier and began to make love.

She leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "You have no idea how much I've wanted this. I've thought about this so many times in bed late at night. When I'm bored at work I would go to the bathroom and touch myself thinking about straddling you like this. And now it's finally happening..."

Those words sent a shiver down my spine. Her hands clenched my shoulder, and my hands squeezed her rear end even tighter, and we fucked harder.

"God, I love hearing you talk like that mom...I'm going to cum...I want to cum inside you so bad..."

She held on to my neck and she thrust her hips back and forth as hard as she could. She was like a woman possessed, and her eyes gave that impression. We never looked away from each other. Our breaths were getting heavy. The moment was powerful and passionate and she could tell I was on the verge of a huge orgasm.

"That's it...cum inside me...let's cum together..."

With one of her hands now furiously rubbing her clit, she brought herself to an orgasm at the same time as me. Both of our bodies climaxed and our backs arched in extreme pleasure. My mother moaned to the point where she was almost screaming and I flooded her vaginal walls with my cum. It was the same vagina where I was conceived all those years ago.

When our orgasms subsided, she leaned down and planted deep kisses on my lips in between our labored breathing.

"I love you so much," she said proudly. "I sincerely hope we can continue this."

"You bet we are," I boldly replied. "That was the best sex of my life. It was better than any one of the sluts or any of the straight-A honor roll students I've had in college. So you can expect me to put your mouth and vagina to good use from now on mom. That's the way it's going to be."

"Your wish is my command," she smiled before lovingly resting her head on my chest.

It was at that moment that I realized that Isabelle was no longer there. She had vanished. She was gone for good. And my wish for mom's happiness had been fulfilled.