"Stop at a coffee shop and pick something up, then come by my place," Maria texted me one day.
It'd been about a week since I'd learned my old high school crush was bisexual magic witch lusting after my mom. She'd morphed my body into my mother's and then had a big black man named Titus fuck us both. She changed me back, at the very least, but I was still confused over how much I enjoyed the whole thing. I'd masturbated to the thought of Maria's naked body every night since.
When I arrived, Maria was sitting on her couch in a black shirt and miniskirt.
"Sit, let's talk," she said. I got onto the couch next to her.
"So last week was fun." She laughed deviously and I smiled.
"It was," I responded, "I'd never done anything like that before."
"Oh, don't sweat it, just because you liked getting fucked that one time doesn't mean you're gay. We've all got a little something in us that's nice to get out from time to time."
"Tell me about it."
"Well, Thomas, last week was special for me too. Now, you know how nice it is to get fucked by Titus, and I mean you do know, but that's pretty common place. I got fucked by Titus right before you came over here. What was really special about last week was you, or should I say, the fact that you looked like that sexy little mom of yours." She laughed again.
I shifted in my seat uncomfortably. "True."
"And I mean, you really don't understand, I've had a hankering for that woman since I was just a little girl! Your mom, to me, is just the absolute perfect sex creature. Watching you take that cock last week, I mean, you weren't her, of course, you were you, but it was so close to what I've always dreamed. I'd always wanted the image of your mom's pretty fat lips wrapped around my monster cock, but until now, I'd never been capable of having a monster cock (magic's a hell of a thing, sweetheart), and now all I need is your mom!"
"Thanks?" I offered.
"No, I'm serious. I never went after her because you were my friend, though that never stopped some other of our friends in high school--"
"Wait, what do you mean?" I interrupted.
"Woops, don't worry, Tommy, I guess I wasn't supposed to say that. But I'll tell you about it later. Anyway, I wouldn't dare stick one inch into your mother's slim perfect body without your permission! And I thought I could live without her, satisfying myself with different men and women all across everywhere, I really did. But last week really showed me that I can't, Tommy, I just can't. I want your mom so bad it's like an itch, babe, I want my face smooshed between those big beautiful tits and I want her licking my asshole and sucking my monster cock and I want every inch of her tan body covered with the woman-jizz that spews from my magic cock. Tommy, I've got to bone your mom!"
I was a little stunned. The passion with which she spoke was turning me on, you could see how flushed she was with the idea, her breasts heaving with her heavy breaths and all I could think about was how moist her underwear must be...
"Tommy!" she yelled, snapping me out of my daze.
"Sorry, what?"
"Tell me what I have to do for your permission. Tell me what gift I have to bestow upon you for you to walk me to your mother's bedroom, kiss me on the cheek, and then listen from the couch in the den while I fuck your dear mom's brains away!"
Holy shit, Maria was really serious about this. The sexy witch across the couch from me was begging me to let her fuck my mom!
"Well," I said, "How about a blowjob?"
She cocked her head to the side, considering the idea.
"You want me to suck your dick?" she said, licking her rosy red lips.
"Yeah, how about that?"
She considered it for another moment.
"Maybe," she said, hesitantly, "Are you hard right now?"
"Yes," I answered. The thought of the young creature besides me down on her knees with my tool in her mouth had made me hard immediately.
"Whip it out, then I'll decide." I did as she instructed.
"Oh, see, that's kind of what I expected." She looked disappointed.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, you're not very big."
"Pardon?"
"You don't have a very big cock. And that's being generous. What I'm saying is that you have a pretty small cock, really, a very small cock."
"Does that mean you won't blow me?"
"Well, what would I get out of it? When I'm sucking a big cock, I get the immensity of it in my mouth, the power of the shaft and the strong man attached to it. But a small cock, I don't know, it would just be kind of pathetic."
I was hurt by her words.
"But you're a witch, right? Just make it bigger first!"
"I could do that, that's true, but the whole time I was sucking it, I would know that it wasn't the real thing, that it was just a fake cock worn on the body of a small dicked man. Now that I've seen your real size, honey, I won't ever be able to forget."
I frowned, but Maria started to laugh.
"Aw, come on, don't be sad. It's kind of funny, really. Like think of all the men out there, with their big dicks and big balls, just swatting away the different offers from bimbos and slut who want to wrap their lips along some giant piece. Like there's got to be tons of guys out there who if they dropped their pants, I couldn't help but get down on my knees for them! And then there's you, sweetie, and your little thing. I mean, you were willing to give up your own mother to my ravenous fuck-tool just for me to suck your little thing off once! That's pretty funny, ain't it?"
I didn't think so, but I laughed along with Maria, who found it hysterical.
"You can get a better deal than that, think about something else you want."
My cock starting to deflate in my lap, I thought for a few moments. I remembered a blonde who lived in my hall, one with a big bubbly chest who went running every morning in a sports bra and tiny shorts, flat sexy midriff open and exposed.
"Can you get me a different girl to fuck? Like, seduce her with your magic so that she'll bang me?"
Maria laughed at that too.
"Honey, you want me to help you rape some girl? Not going to happen, Tommy! I may be a witch, but I'm not evil! I won't be a part of any thing where some girl is forced to take in your tiny thing if she doesn't want to! (and come on, why would she?) Think of something else, darling."
Maria stared at me from across the couch. She was glancing downwards at my package at times, which was fully deflated now and even shorter when flaccid.