Lizzy stood in her backyard and kinda just stared up at the sky as she stuck her chest out and hopped Jim would just stop cutting his grass already and come over and fuck her.
She wasn’t all that surprised he wasn’t, after all she’d been yelling at him for weeks that he was a degenerate pervert and he shouldn’t be allowed outside, let alone anywhere near her.
And it was still true, she did think he was a degenerate pervert, it was just that she really wanted him to fuck her like a degenerate pervert would.
Which was a little weird as she still didn’t quite understand why that was. She could clearly remember yesterday when she wouldn’t have touched him with a ten foot pole and she’d even been considering calling the cops on him and making up a story to tell them.
Then again, when she’d gone to bed she was also pretty sure she was 66 years old and quite overweight, not the 26 year old hot piece of ass she was now.
She just put it onto the pile of things that seemed odd today and stole a quick glace over at Jim, her pussy buzzing with need as dirty thoughts of what he might do to her floated through her mind.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” Jim thought as he pushed the mower around the back yard cursing himself.
He finished up and took a last look at Lianne posing in her yard with her tits out and her ass swaying, “Fuck!”
Then he put the mower away and headed inside, picked up the monkey’s paw with it’s clasped fingers and tossed it across the room.
His first wish had, of course, to be young and health again, and so he was. Forty years melted away along with the hundred extra pounds, to put him back in the prime of his life.
His second wish was to have as much money as he needed at any time, which had been a mistake, as “need” was too vague of term. So, yes, he could pay his mortgage, and taxes, and buy groceries, etc., he didn’t have any “extra” for things like hiring someone to mow the lawn.
But it was his third wish that had been the worst. Lianne had been shouting at him across the yard again, and in his anger he’d wished she wasn’t a fat old prude of a hag.
And she wasn’t.
He was sure if he walked over there and bent her over she’d eagerly let him fuck her ass or whatever else he wanted to do to her.
The problem was… well… all he could see was a fat old hag. No matter how much he tried to focus on the bombshell that was standing right there, all his dick saw was the overweight senior citizen that had been calling him a pervert for weeks because he’d dared to walk around his backyard without a shirt on.
He sighed and flopped down on the couch… maybe if he put a bag over her head?
He shook his head and knew that wouldn’t make a difference.
Looking over to the monkey’s paw sitting on the floor and glared at it, “Fuck.”
