Credit goes to original writer of previous chapter, I just changed it a bit into something that made more sense to me.
I felt a surge, and I could have sworn the sky flashed for a moment. But I was soon distracted by my mother, her teenaged body quivering and making mewing noises as she masturbated herself to orgasm on the hood of the car, my dick still firmly inside her pussy.
The mewing sounds she made gave me a really kinky idea, so I made a casual wish. This time, I noticed that the sky did flash.
I stepped back and admired my handiwork, as my mother slid off the car and noticed what I had done. So she could appreciate the full effect, I conjured a mirror so she could see all the changes.
She looked at her cat-ears, her lengthy russet cat-tail extending from the waistband of her dress, the light fur that covered her upper arms and lower legs, her tiny fangs and cat-slitted eyes. She was the sexiest catgirl I could imagine.
"RRRRRRRR!!" she purred. "Oh I LOVE it, Master! You control EVERYTHING!" She fell to her knees and sucked our juices off my dick in eager worship as her tail swished back and forth. It amazes me that she was like this naturally, not because of my magic. That she had secretly been this way her entire life, wanting to worship a powerful man.
I noticed her tongue was rough, and I soon blew my nut for the third time in less than an hour in my mother's body.
I led her to an all-night diner for some food (it was close to midnight by then), and proudly led my teenaged cat-girl sex-slave of a mother into the restaurant, my sperm leaking down her legs.
As we sat down, Mom's face got a look of shock. I looked over at what she had seen ...
It was a billboard across the street, advertising a flower shop's Mother's Day special, like it had been for a week. But now instead of having a nouveau-Rockwell mother-&-adult-son still, it was a picture of a naked cat-girl, similar to my mother's new form, riding the lap of a naked junior-high-looking boy. And it was obvious that he was buried up to the hilt in her. The caption still read "Show Your Mother How Much You Love Her".
Thje waitress came and asked for our order, and I said I wanted a cup of coffee. Then she asked "And for your mother?"
Mom seemed taken aback and just asked for a warm milk. The waitress smiled and said, "I knew you'd say that. My mom started drinking warm catnip milk after the Change. Would you like catnip milk?"
Mom nodded numbly and the waitress went to get the order.
"What's going on?" she asked me in a harsh, confused whisper.
"I wish I knew," I replied. And suddenly POW! I knew. Gotta love magic wishes.
"Oh, of course," I said. "I'm a doofus. When I finished doing you on the car, I wished that every boy could know his mom like I just knew you, and POOF it came true. That was the flash I saw - the entire world and all human history changing."
"What changed?"
"Well, in the new way of things, when a boy enters puberty, he emits pheromones that make his mom unbelievably horny for his bod. And when she gets his semen in her, she becomes younger - late teens or so. So every boy in the world knows his mom like I know you - a horny sex-toy made young again by her son. Nobody wonders about it because it's been this way since the beginning of time. Only we know different."
"Wow ..." she said, in awe of my power. "But what about the cat-girl thing?"
"The first wish was still operating," I continued. "So when I changed you into a cat-girl, every boy in the world got the thrill of changing his mom into a cat-girl. The 'make-younger' thing now includes turning into a catgirl. It's perfectly natural. The waitress' brother balled their mom when he hit puberty and turned her into a teenaged catgirl. And the waitress knows that one day if she has a son, she'll become his catgirl sex-toy. It's part of the Change of Life."
I made another wish to keep any further changes from piling up, and wished that my mother and I knew about the way of things in theis new world I had accidentally created.
It was amazing how much I had changed society. Very very few males were sexually frustrated; almost none remained a virgin past age 12.
Since young boys can hardly control themselves and their sex-hungry mothers can't help themselves, public sex and nudity were not discouraged. A horny catgirl mating with her son was considered the symbol of motherhood in this revised world. Sexual jealousy between husband and wife was almost nonexistent, since the woman couldn't control herself once she underwent the Change. The husband usually had his mother handy, anyway.
Teenaged dating was entirely transformed. Since the boys almost always had unlimited nookie at his disposal, he dated girls becaue he wanted to know them better. Sex didn't enter into it at all. And young girls who wanted sex either formed lesbian relationships or turned to older men whose wives were Changed. Not that they neeeded to - masturbation was open and accepted here, since sexual intercourse was, too.
The cat-mothers were very sexually possessive, so casual sex was both rare and frowned upon. Most girls remained virgins until they married, which was usually in the mid-twenties. And since the cat-mothers satisfied the need for sex, most marriages were entered into out of determined love - love strong enough to withstand a jealous hypersexed cat-girl.
There was more than a bit of incestuous breeding, but since this had been going on since the Dawn of Time, most of the bad genes were gone. Still, sometimes a girl who was a product of incest could undergo the Change from smelling her brothers or father instead of her sons. She would only turn into a catgirl, though, if she actually consummated her lust with a family male. Young catgirls were widely regarded as sluts, and generally were. And since the catgril change made women young again, there were almost no old women (senility still entered the picture, but not physical decay). The few old women (women who never had sons, or never had a chance to mate with them) were pitied. And cat-women with no male relative often became prostitutes or attached themselves to other people; charity organizations existed to match up manless cat-women with orphan boys.
A few families had gone into wilderness areas, and inbred so much that there were tribes of catpeople, both male and female, starting at birth. But they were generally congenital idiots (IQ of 70 to 80), so they were mostly harmless. But one took a mate outside the family to have children, usually for love - no point in taking risks.
Mom sipped her warm catnip milk with contentment, as this knowledge magically entered our minds. She leaned over and licked my cheek. "You're a good boy," she said in a soft and silky voice. "I want to reward my Master for making such a wonderful world, where I can be openly owned by my horny son."
"What did you have in mind, Mommy?" I teased.
"Make a baby in me. Please."
I grinned. "Sure. But I do it the old-fashioned way - no magic." I caressed the almost-invisible fur on her cheek, making her close her eyes and purr. "But I will give you this - do you want a boy or a girl?"
She began breathing heavy. "I want ... two boys. Strong healthy twin boys who will become my masters when they hit puberty. And a girl for them ... and you."
"Triplets it is, Mommy-slave," I said with a malicious grin.
I magicked myself up to triple strength and balled my mother's pussy right on the table, with the waitress and the counter guy saying how sweet it was that a son should be so good to his mother as I exploded inside her and she screamed and thrashed in orgasm.
* * * * *
We adjusted to this new world over the next two weeks. Mom went back to her teaching job (she told me of the special building where some cat-mothers sit, waiting for their just-pubescent sons' recess-time). She taught a 4th grade class, and had two catgirls in her class (not every boy in her class had reached puberty - only about a third - but none were virgins thanks to the two little minxes)! The playground included a couple of shacks filled with exercise mats - perfect for discreet sex romps. A few of the young horndogs had even felt her up, and I said that as soon as she was certain she was pregnant, she could give in to them.
Comic books were interesting, since the female villains were always normal women and super-heroines were always cat-girls with early-teen male sidekicks, usually their sons. (Well, not always - but reading an issue of 'Batgirl and Robin' showing catgirl-style Batgirl getting the bone from her 12-year-old son was a bit of a shock). Cartoons had very few funny animals, so no Bugs Bunny. But the stuff they showed had more sex jokes than Comedy Central ever dreamed of.
Sexy lingere shops were a trip, since along with the stuff I knew and expected, there was a 'Mothers' section, filled with cartoon and comic charcter costumes, to play out little boy's sex fantasies, along with leashes.
After a week, I actually witnessed a Change. A woman (about 30, a bit plump) and her son (he looked to be about 9 or 10) were in a supermarket where I was shopping with Mom. The boy was riding in the cart and suddenly took out his kiddie-rod and started wanking. That was normal enough for this world. But the mom started sniffing and a look of ... rapture came over her face. She bent down and began sucking his little peter, right in full view of God, the public, and the security cameras. The boy started humping her mouth, holding her head down with his hands. Seconds later, the boy stiffened in pleasure and his mother Changed. Her ears grew longer and pointed, her tail poked out from her pants' waistband, and she became more slender. I could even see her forearms become furry. When she stood up, she looked tired, but happy. She was also thinner - her pants fell off when she stood up, so she left them, going home in just her t-shirt and panties. I doubt her panties lasted all the way home.
Mom loved this new world, since every woman in her age group was a devoted slave like herself. She had a peer group, but her man was still the most powerful and masterful.
I began to feel restless. When you have ultimate power and live in a dream world, what do you do?