It had been two weeks since I made a wish for anything except wealth.
Mrs. Eartzman (my mom) stood before her 4th grade class wearing a tight violet off-the-shoulder minidress that showed off her catgirl body to delicious effect. I stood by her desk, holding her leash, very proud.
"Class," she began, "This is my son Joe. Recently, Joe made me pregnant, and he's agreed that since I am pregnant with his children, that I can have sex with other people. So during recess today and for an hour after school, any of you that wish to have sex with me may do so."
A cheer went up from the 4th grade boys, and a giggle from the 4th gradde girls (save for two slender young catgirls whose tails twitched nervously). One normal girl raised a nervous hand.
"Yes, Jane?" Mom acknowledged.
"Mrs. Eartzman ... when you said anyone ... did you mean ... girls too?" Jane blushed beet red as everyone in the class giggled.
"Hush, children," Mom said. She glanced at me and I nodded. "I don't see why not, Jane. In fact, it sounds like fun."
Jane smiled and sat up straighter.
The bell rang, and Mom left to go out to the playground, followed by the dozen or so boys in her class and the eager Jane. The girls went their own ways, excpt for the two preteen catgirls.
Curtious, I approached them. I noticed that they appeared to actually be twins, wearing identical hip-riding microskirts and tube tops that contained only tiny bumps of breasts. I scratched them sweetly behind their ears, making them purr.
Talking to them, I found they were the product of a brother-sister breeding which was the result of a mother-son breeding, and had Changed two years ealier after having sex with their brother. Their brother and father, plus the boys in the class, kept their sexual urges satisfied. But they saw the newly-available Mrs. Eartzman as a threat to their cock supply.
I tried to reassure them that two sweet things like them could get plenty of dick whenever they wanted it and let them fondle my hard-on to comfort them. Then I led them out to the playground.
Around us, children played normal games like they always had. Most of them were girls, but not all. In one part of the playground were a couple of buildings with garish cartoon letters spelling out "Mommy Shack" with cartoon images of lingere-clad catgirls all over it beckoning seductively.
Inside were several couples, all young boys (4th and 5th graders, and one boy who was even younger) coupling in various ways with adult cat-women (their mothers). In one corner was another preteen catgirl being cluster-fucked by four boys. Nearby, two slightly older normal girls (perhaps 5th graders, the oldest students at this school) were in a 69 position, eagerly licking each other's pussies.
And in another corner was my mother.
She was on her back with a boy laying on her belly and another on his knees between her legs; I could just make out the view of both their dicks entering her pussy together. Another boy was tit-fucking her, even as two others sucked her tits and wanked themselves. Two other boys were fucking her fisted hands. And riding Mom's face was Jane, her own cute face contorted in pleasure from my mother's tongue. Five other boys sat around wanking themselves, waiting for an opportunity at the adult flesh.
"Damn," one of the twins muttered. "That used to be us!"
"Don't worry about it," I said soothingly. "Mom's a novelty. novelty fades. Besides, shouldn't you two find real boyfriends?"
"We like being tramps!" they said together.
"Well, then ..."
The sight of all the sex around me, including my mother being gang-banged by little kids, plus the two seductive catgirls, made me unbearably horny. I lay down and guided one to my head and the other to my waist. I spent the rest of the recess period with one minx riding my cock and the other riding my tongue.
When the bell rang, everyone composed themselves and left in an orderly (albeit grudging) fashion. The various sons gave their mothers deep french kisses as they went back to class. My mom smoothed out her dress and covered her crotch and tits again but did nothing about the sperm covering her, just as did the preteen catgirls. I gave the twins kisses and swatted their backsides playfully as I sent them on their way.
One cat-woman, though, had my attention. She was the one who was the mother of the youngest boy in there, and she was a stunner - a black woman with a full bosom and voluptuous figure before the Change, the catgirl charcteristics made her incredibly sexy. She wore a fishnet bodystocking with pull-apart velcroed openings for her tis and crotch and high-heel shoes.
"Nice boy," I commented to her as her son left for class. "Kind of young isn't he? Do you have other sons?"
"No, just him," she answered honestly. "He Changed me last year. He's in 3rd grade now."
"Precocious little thing," I chuckled.
"You don't know the half of it. I had to hire a maid because he keeps me with my ass in the air three-quarters of the time." She glanced at the twins. "Yours?"
"No - my mother's a teacher here. She was the one with the bog fan club. Those two were just lonely."
She smiled at me, a brilliant smile. "Aww, that's sweet." She eased closer to me. "I get lonely a lot, too."
I smiled at the veiled come-on. "Won't your husband mind?"
"I'm a widow - Marigold Smith."
"Joe Eartzman."
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