Sarah and Mike had been dating since middle school and had been together for a long time. Both were 19 now, ready to leave high school and after the summer, go to college. It was a warm evening and the sun had just gone down on the urban home of Sarah's family, where they were staying tonight.
Mike was busy finishing the administration for the final stages of his college application, all his important papers on the kitchen table, when Sarah suddenly came from behind him and shouted: "Booh!!" Mike jumped in surprise, knocking over his water glass all over his papers. He turned to see Sarah standing there, her hair slightly mussed from where she'd been lying down, wearing just a thin tank top and shorts. Mike stared at Sarah, his surprise quickly giving way to frustration as he saw the water-soaked papers. "Sarah! What the hell? I was almost done with these applications," he said, his voice rising in annoyance.
Sarah gave him back a snarky look, blowing her blonde hair from her face. Her cute face contorting into a look of annoyance: "What's the big deal? I was just having some fun." Sarah stormed off, back upstairs, leaving Mike alone with his ruined papers. Feeling defeated, he sighed and started cleaning up the mess, trying to salvage what he could. As he was spreading out the wet documents to dry, a faint golden glow caught his attention. He looked around, unsure where it was coming from, when suddenly a small, beautiful fairy appeared before him.
"Hello there, Mike," the fairy said with a smile, hovering in the air. "My name is Arabelle, and I'm here to grant your wishes!"
Mike looked at her in disbelief. "I'm... I'm not sure what to say," Mike stammered, still in shock at the sudden appearance of a fairy. He wiped his wet hands on his pants, trying to process this impossible situation. "You're... you're really a fairy? And you can grant wishes?"
Arabelle sighed, it was the same explanation time and time again...
"A child without a mother gets assigned a fairy godmother. Sometimes, there's just a bit of delay, because of all the paperwork and the limited amount of fairy godmothers. But nevermind that, here I am!" Arabelle's wings fluttered as she hovered in the air, her scantily clad body catching Mike's wandering gaze. "Now, what's your heart's desire? Riches? Power? Or perhaps..."
Arabelle winked suggestively, noticing Mike's admiring stare. "Something a bit more personal?"
Mike took a moment to gather his thoughts, his mind racing. Sarah's behavior had been driving him crazy lately, always so immature, so dramatic. If only she could be more...
"I know exactly what I want," Mike said with newfound conviction. "I wish Sarah to be more mature." Arabelle's wings fluttered excitedly as she processed Mike's wish. "More mature, you say? Well, I can certainly do that!" She twirled in the air, her tiny body spinning in a miniature cyclone of magic.
With a flick of her wand, a golden glow enveloped the room. Upstairs Sarah watched in awe and horror as her form all of a sudden began to change. Her petite figure stretched and filled out, her skin smoothing and toning. Her cute, youthful face matured into one of striking beauty, with high cheekbones and full, sensual lips. Sarah stumbled backwards, shocked, as her clothes became too tight, straining against her newly expanded curves. Her hair changing to become graying and then a dyed blonde. The transformation complete, Sarah stared at her reflection in disbelief, hardly recognizing the mature woman staring back at her.
Downstairs, Mike heard footsteps approaching. Sarah entered the kitchen, now a poised woman in her mid-40s, wearing a mature outfit that had materialized along with her transformation. Her now medium, dyed blonde hair fell on her shoulders, framing her sophisticated features. Mike watched in shock at his transformed girlfriend, not having intended to transform her into a milf-version of herself. Sarah tried to speak, but her mind was struggling as well, trying to get a grip on what happened: "Dear, is the matter?"
Mike stared, stunned by the mature sound of Sarah's new voice. "You... you're... different." Sarah examined her hands, flexing her fingers as if discovering them for the first time. A flash of confusion crossed her face.
Arabelle fluttered down, hovering between Mike and Sarah. "Ta-da! All grown up, just as you wished!" Mike started shouting at Arabelle: "What the hell? That is not what I wanted? I wish my girlfriend to be my age! Not some old milf..." Mike's voice trailed off as he realized the gravity of the situation. Arabelle's face flickered between surprise and amusement at his outburst, her tiny wings fluttering rapidly. "Oh dear, it seems there's been a bit of a mix-up," she said in a sing-song voice, twirling her wand idly. "But don't worry, your additional wish might fix the situation!"
Arabelle starts looking around, trying to find a way to grant his wish. At that exact moment, Catelyn, Sarah's mother walked in. Her warm brown hair framing her perfect, mature face and her form accentuated by her beautiful dress. Her eyes looked at you mischievously as she asked: "What is all this shouting? A lover's quarrel between my two favorite people in the world?"
Before Catelyn could react to seeing her transformed daughter, Arabelle fired up her magic and Catelyn started transforming into a beautiful, 19-year-old version of herself. Creating the perfect girlfriend of Mike's age. Catelyn's body convulsed as the magic worked its way through her form, her mature curves shrinking and reorganizing into a lithe, youthful physique. Her elegant clothes ripped and tore, unable to contain her changing body as they magically changed into a beautiful, modern black dress. As the transformation progressed, Mike watched in awe as Catelyn's sophisticated features softened into those of a beautiful young woman. Her once-graying hair now a vibrant brown, falling freely down on her shoulders. The mature demeanor that had exuded from her mere moments ago is replaced by a look of youthful curiosity and excitement. Sarah, still trying to process her own transformation, steps back in shock at seeing her mother's new appearance. "Mom? Is that... is that really you?"
The newly transformed Catelyn looks around, taking in the scene before her. Confusion all over her youthful face. "Mike... What the hell happened to me?" Mike stood frozen, his jaw dropping as he took in the surreal scene before him. The kitchen, once a place of mundane chores and conversations, now felt like the set of a bizarre play. "I... I don't know how to explain this," Mike stammered, his gaze flicking between the two women. "It was supposed to be different. I just wanted Sarah to be more mature."
In panic he looked at Arabelle, saying: "Arabelle... Please, I wish you to fix this for them! This is all so confusing..." Arabelle's face contorts in surprise at Mike's plea, her tiny wings fluttering rapidly. "Fix it? But darling, I've already granted your wishes!" She twirls in the air, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Though I suppose I could try to make things more... conventional."
With a flick of her wand, a burst of golden light fills the kitchen. Mike got fully blinded as he heard the magic go to work. When the light subsided, the entire house had changed, still recognizable but with different decorations, different colors. As if someone else has always lived here. He got taken out of his stupor by a soft touch from behind and a whisper in his left ear: "You okay honey, you look a bit tired? Do you want me to relax you a bit?"
Mike relaxes as he believes everything to be normal again, but as he turned around his jaw dropped as he saw the beautiful naked body of transformed Catelyn, not Sarah, touching him like that.
Catelyn wrapped her arms around his waist, nuzzling against his back. "You look so stressed, babe. Let me help you relax," she whispered, her youthful voice carrying a sultry confidence that didn't quite match her years.
Mike's mind reeled, trying to process the impossible situation. His eyes darted around the room, taking in the subtle changes, the changed family pictures, the slightly altered furniture placement. It was like stepping into a parallel universe where everything was almost the same, but crucially different.
"Catelyn, I... how long have we been together?" Catelyn frowned at him in confusion. "Honey, we've been together since middle school. We've been practically inseparable for years." She spun around to face him, her 19-year-old self radiant with youth and beauty, yet carrying herself with the poise of a more experienced woman. "Why do you ask, silly? Is something wrong?"
Mike shook his head, trying to clear the fog of confusion. "No, nothing's wrong. I guess I'm just tired." He forced a smile, not wanting to upset Catelyn. His eyes wandered to the family photos on the wall, showing a timeline that didn't quite match his memories. There were pictures of him and Catelyn as young teenagers, their relationship seemingly well-established from the start.
Catelyn's face got a mischievous glance as she slowly fell to her knees and seductively whispered: "Maybe I can clear your confusion. I have a good remedy. It does require you to remove your pants, hot stuff." Mike hesitated for a moment, his mind still reeling from the bizarre situation, but the allure of his transformed girlfriend's mother proved too tempting. He unbuckled his belt and slid his pants down, feeling a mix of excitement and trepidation. Catelyn wrapped her hands around Mike's thighs. Her young, full lips parted as she leaned forward, her breath warm against his skin. With a sultry smile, she took him into her mouth, her effortlessly experienced yet eager movements a striking combination of youthful enthusiasm and adult skill.
Mike let out a soft groan, his hands instinctively moving to tangle in Catelyn's long brown hair. The kitchen, which moments ago had been the scene of chaos and confusion, now felt intimate and charged with tension. Catelyn's mouth moved with practiced skill, her young body arching with eagerness as she took Mike deeper. His head fell back, his eyes closing as he let out a shaky breath, his free hand bracing himself against the kitchen counter. Catelyn hummed softly, the vibrations sending shivers through Mike's body as she bobbed her head, her brown hair swaying with the motion.
Both of them jumped up scared as they heard the door behind them open and see Sarah enter, looking amused at her daughter fooling around with her boyfriend. "My, my... Cate... You have a room you know... Not that I mind watching you two play around, but it would be more socially accepted to use the privacy of your bedroom for that."
Catelyn slowly pulled away from Mike with a wet pop. She stood up and turned to face her mother with a coy smile. "Oh mom, we were just having a little fun. No need to be such a prude," she said, her words dripping with the sultry purr.
Sarah, looking every bit the mature MILF she had been transformed into, sauntered further into the kitchen. Her heels clicked against the tile as she approached, her hips swaying hypnotically. "A prude? Me?" She laughed, a rich, mature sound that seemed to fill the room. "I think you'll find I'm quite the opposite, darling. Go to your room, you two. I'm expecting my date any minute!" Mike's mind reeled at Sarah's casual mention of a date. His "new" girlfriend, who had moments ago been giving him oral pleasure in the kitchen, now grabbed his hand and tugged him towards the stairs. "Come on, babe. Let's go have some real fun." As they left the kitchen, Mike heard Sarah call out behind them. "Don't forget to use protection! I'd hate to become a grandmother before I turn 50!"
Catelyn led Mike upstairs, her young body moving with the confident stride of a much older woman. She pulled him into what he assumed was her bedroom, decorated with a mix of teenager's posters and beautiful pencil drawings off all kinds of people and animals. As Catelyn shut the door behind them, she pressed Mike against the wall, her petite body molding against his. Her hands roamed his chest as she nuzzled his neck, her breath hot and sweet. "I've always wanted to be a little wild with you, Mike," she whispered, her voice sending shivers through him. Her hands moved to his shirt, deftly unbuttoning it and pulling it off his shoulders. She guided his hands to her hips, encouraging him to explore her body.
As Mike's hands traced the curves of Catelyn's young form, he felt a strange disconnect between her appearance and demeanor. Her body was that of someone his age, soft and lithe, but her movements were confident and sensual. She guided his touch with an air of experience that seemed at odds with her newly youthful appearance.
Catelyn's lips met Mike's in a passionate kiss. Her hands, so recently his girlfriend Sarah's mother's, now explored his body with both eagerness and finesse. As Mike's fingers trailed along Catelyn's bare back, he couldn't shake the feeling of wrongness. Catelyn broke the kiss, her breathing heavy as she pulled back to look at him. Her young face held a mature intensity, her eyes half-lidded with desire. "I want you, Mike. I want all of you." Her hands moved lower.
Mike couldn't shake a weird feeling of jealousy. Still thinking of Sarah as the girl he had been together with for all those years. However, distracting him from those thoughs, was Catelyn mounting his rock hard cock. Making him forget all about his worries for just a short while. As Catelyn rode Mike with wild abandon, Mike let go of his guilt and worries and started feeling her up, losing himself in the moment.
Catelyn's movements became more urgent, her youthful body bouncing above Mike with a frenzied energy that seemed at odds with her inexperienced appearance. She threw her head back, her long blonde hair cascading down her bare shoulders, her mouth forming a perfect 'O' of pleasure. Mike's hands roamed her curves, his grip tightening on her hips as she rode him harder. The room filled with the sounds of their passion - the slap of skin on skin, their ragged breaths, and the creak of the bed beneath them.
As Catelyn neared her climax, her movements became more erratic. She leaned forward, her young face contorted in pleasure as she whispered against Mike's ear. "I'm close, baby. Don't stop." Mike thrust upwards, matching her frenzied pace as he felt himself approaching the edge. Catelyn's body tensed, her muscles quivering as she reached her peak. With a cry of ecstasy, she collapsed onto Mike's chest, her breath coming in short gasps, wanting a pause for just a minute. At that moment, betraying his own lack of experience, Mike started cumming oncontrollably. His cock spasming, still inside her tight pussy, unloading fully in an anticlimactic end. "I am so sorry, Catelyn... I... I didn't mean to..." Catelyn, still panting heavily, lifted her head to look at Mike with a mix of amusement and understanding in her young eyes. "It's okay, silly. I didn't expect you to last long with how excited you were."
She slowly slid off of Mike's cock, wincing slightly as she felt his cum dripping out of her. Catelyn reached for the tissues on her nightstand, cleaning herself up while Mike lay back, feeling both satisfied and embarrassed. As Catelyn finished cleaning up, she turned back to Mike with a soft smile. "Hey, don't look so guilty. It was still fun." She leaned over, placing a gentle kiss on his lips before pulling back. "And who knows? We've got all night to practice." Despite her words, Mike couldn't shake the feeling of guilt. He reached for his clothes, slowly getting dressed as Catelyn watched with curious eyes.
Catelyn, quickly putting on her clothes again says: "Let's sneak out the back door. Mom will probably appreciate it, since she has her date over. We can just get out of their hair and go to Olive Garden or something!" Mike nodded, still feeling a mix of emotions as he zipped up his pants. "Let me just go to the toilet to clean up real quick and I'll be there! You can already go outside if you want.", she said as she gave Mike a cute peck on his lips.
Mike, left alone in the bedroom, suddenly heard sounds from the living room downstairs. Curious, jealous... confused... He sneakily went down the stairs, trying to get a look at Sarah and her date. Mike crept down the stairs, his heart pounding in his chest. He paused at the bottom, peeking around the corner into the living room. What he saw made his breath catch in his throat. There, on the couch, was Sarah, the woman he had once known as his girlfriend, now a mature MILF. Draped across the lap of a man about her age, bouncing up and down like a practiced porn star. Quietly but naughtily encouriging him with dirty talk he'd never have imagened coming from her mouth.
The scene before Mike was both erotic and deeply unsettling. Sarah, now a mature woman, moved with practiced ease as she rode her date. Her blonde hair fell in loose waves around her face, her mouth parted in a look of pure pleasure. She leaned forward, her ample bosom heaving as she whispered something in the man's ear, her hand casually groping his chest. The man, equally caught up in the moment, had his hands firmly planted on Sarah's hips, guiding her movements as he thrust up into her. The couch creaked beneath them, the only sound in the room besides their labored breathing and the wet slapping of skin on skin. Despite his earlier climax, Mike felt his pants tighten. He unconsciously stepped forward, drawn by the raw sensuality of the scene. Sarah, lost in her pleasure, was oblivious to his presence. Her movements became more frenzied, her mature body undulating with practiced skill as she neared her climax. The man groaned beneath her, his hands gripping her hips tighter as he matched her pace. Mike felt a pang of jealousy mixed with arousal, his mind struggling to reconcile the Sarah he knew with this new, mature version of her. As he stood there, frozen in a mix of desire and discomfort, Sarah's date reached up and grasped her breasts, kneading them expertly. Sarah arched her back, a cry of ecstasy escaping her mouth as she reached her peak.
Sarah's body trembled with intense pleasure, her mature form convulsing as she rode out her climax. The man beneath her continued his relentless pace while throwing her on her back, driving deeper into her with each thrust. Sarah's head fell back, her blonde hair cascading down her bare shoulders as she moaned loudly, uncaring of who might hear, pulling up her legs to maximize her pleasure.
Mike, transfixed by the scene, felt his own arousal grow despite his earlier release. He watched as Sarah's breasts bounced with the force of her movements, her nipples hardening in the cool air of the living room. Her date, sensing her approaching second orgasm, increased his tempo, his hands gripping her hips tightly. At that moment Mike heard a whisper in his ear again, "Honey, don't be a creep... That's my mom your staring at with your growing hard on..." Mike startled back, his face flushing with embarrassment as he realized Catelyn had snuck up behind him. He quickly readjusted his pants, trying to hide his arousal. "I wasn't... I was just," he stammered, unable to come up with a plausible excuse. Catelyn's young face showed amusement mixed with concern as she gazed at him. "It's okay, babe. I get it. Mom's pretty hot for her age."
She reached for Mike's hand, tugging him gently towards the back door. "Come on, let's get out of here before things get any weirder."
And with that the young couple left the house, this weird day the start of their new lives.
Arabelle smiled as she watched them from her hiding place. "All in a day's work!"
