Mrs. Janson might not have been the youngest, but she certainly was the cutest. She had somewhat muted red hair, and decent sized breasts that were either B or C size. I couldn't really judge these things. She did have a nice, curvy figure. She wouldn't be called a fitness nut, but she certainly didn't let herself go.
"Excuse me, ladies," I interrupted their talking. I wished that Mrs. Janson would agree to what I was going to say next. "Mrs. Janson had asked me to show her something on my computer the last time I saw her, so I wanted to do that now before you got too involved."
"Sure," my mother said as Mrs. Janson stood up from the couch.
"It won't take too long," I assured, while at the same time wishing that they wouldn't notice how long we might be gone.
"Lead the way, Joe," the wonderfully naked Mrs. Janson said.
I walked up the stairs, she right behind me. I turned my head slightly and saw her lovely breasts bounce up and down slightly. That was a real turn on, though I wondered if that hurt her at all. After all, I had always thought that was why women wore bras.
"So what was it again I asked you to show me?" she asked when we got to my room. Apparently she had some memory of her doing that which she had not thanks to my wish.
I wished that she was very attracted to me and very horny, too. "Is that what you really want to see?" I asked.
She had begun to fan herself off after my wish. Somehow my wish truly made her feel hot and bothered. "Ohhh," she moaned. "Yes." It almost sounded like she was having an orgasm in her speech. That wouldn't be good, I thought, so I wished no one could hear whatever we were about to do. "I want to see your 17 year old cock!" she said and quickly stepped up to me and kissed me on the lips.
As soon as her lips touched mine, her hands tore at my belt buckle. She quickly unclasped the belt and unbuttoned my jeans. She stopped kissing me so she could bend down and rip my jeans and boxers off my body. I took of my shirt so I was naked, too. My cock had quickly sprung to attention. She noticed that, too. "I don't do oral," she said as she laid on my bed, "So fuck me now!" She spread her legs wide, inviting me over.
I practically jumped on her and began thrusting my erect member into her moist slit. She moaned and groaned in pleasurable ecstasy and I wondered if I had made her too horny. She played with her nipples furiously as I fucked her. Then I wanted to feel what her breasts felt like and I took over for her. They were nice and soft, showed no signs of wear, though I had no idea if they were supposed to. "Oh, God!" she screamed. "You're too good!" she groaned. "You're better than my husband, either of them!" she said.
I wasn't sure if I should feel complimented by that. Basically commone sense hit me again and I knew that she was married and had to go back to her husband. This wasn't right. I wished that we would both come instantly. Mrs. Janson screamed out in climax. I pulled myself out of her and stepped off the bed.
"Thank you, Joe," she said. "I haven't had it that good in a long time." She had a definite glow about her. I realized this might be hard to explain to the women downstairs and to her husband. So I wished that as soon as she left my room she wouldn't remember that we just had sex. "Well I better get back downstairs," she said. Still naked, but luckily not showing any visible evidence of what we had done, she left the room and went back to her meeting. I crept by the door and heard some voices murmur. I heard someone, I think it was my mother, ask her what I had to show her. She said that it was just how to use some function on the word processing software our computers shared.
Wow, I thought. My wish for her not to remember our sexual encounter created another memory for her. This ring definitely held interesting possibilities.