Like the beginning of a dream come true

Grabbing a random pair of underwear and some basketball shorts, I made my way out of my mancave opening the door only to be blinded by a sudden blast of light. Ah, the outside world! Once I adjusted to the light, I took a quick look around me. The house we lived in was quite nice. The typical white picket fence American home on the edge of the city. If there was one thing I could at least be thankful to my father for, it was the hard work he put into paying for this place and the fact that hard work took him far away from home often.

Hearing that patter of kitchenware and smelling a nice mix of seasonings, I let my nose lead me forward further into the house and towards the kitchen where my lovely mother was. Her back was turned towards me as she swayed her hips left and right, humming a tune while she worked with something on the stove. A bomb probably could've gone off right then and it wouldn't have broken my trance on that sweet sweet ass. It was just there, swinging from side to side, just begging to be groped...

"Mike?" The sound of my mom's voice surprised me.

Shaking my head, I quickly replied back. "Y-yeah, mom?"

"Oh, nothing. I thought I heard you walk in but just wanted to be sure. I swear you're like a ninja sometimes." She chuckled out.

"Yeah" I awkwardly replied back, before taking a seat at the table. A ninja... well if the countless photos I've taken of her changing were anything to go by, I might as well be labeled a ninja.

"So what's for breakfast?" I asked.

"You're favorite of course, omelets!" She cheerfully replied as she suddenly turned around with two golden plates of omelets.

Dam. If my mom didn't look sexy from behind, she looked even hotter from the front. Her shorts showed off her long tan legs and bare feet perfectly while the orange top she had on did wonders to show off some cleavage and belly. Standing like that in front of the stove with food in her hands, it reminded me of those pinup girls you'd see in old magazines. Now that would be an even sexier look for mom.

If only. Man, I wish mom dressed up like a pinup girl whenever she made breakfast.

!!!

Immediately, a swirling headache began to pound my head as the whole world felt like it was about to topple and implode at a moment's notice. Everything was going blurring and any sound was drowned out by loud ringing. But just as quickly as it all came crashing down, it seemed to have just as quickly left.

"You okay sweety?" My mom's concerned voice spoke up.

"Yeah, I just got a sudden headache, but it's going away now..." The words on my lips died as my vision returned.

Mom, s-she she was dressed like a pinup girl. Not just a simple costume and makeup, but like the real deal from top to bottom!

B-but when!? How!? What!?

"Well, I guess you must've been really hungry today with how much you're drooling over this meal in front of you." She spoke with a slight chuckle.

Oh mom, you have no fucking idea!

Walking on now red stocking-clad heels, my mom came over to my side of the table and placed a plate down in front of me before placing her plate across from me. The thud of her heels against the hardwood floors were the only sound in the room as I watched her, awe-struck, stride over to her side of the table. Then, when I didn't think things could get any better, my mom gave the hem of her dress a slight raise as she took her seat, flashing me her white garter belts.

I was now painfully aware of the erection in my basketball shorts.

But the question still remained. What the fuck was going on? As if it was a normal day my mom began digging into her food with a fork and knife just as she normally would, but you know, dressed as some 1940s housewife. Was this a prank? No. There was no way this could be a prank, she was literally wearing different clothes less than a minute ago.

"Is something on your mind sweety? You haven't touched your food." She said with a concerned look.

"Y-yeah... everything is alright." I stuttered out. "H-Hey, when did you start wearing that for breakfast?" I found myself asking.

Looking down at herself, my mom looked almost confused for a second before replying, "Oh this? I've been wearing this for... well as long as I can remember as a little breakfast ritual. I know grandma always hated it, thinking..."

Whatever she was saying faded into the background as the first words she spoke rang in my head. 'as long as she could remember' No? It couldn't have been. I had wished that she would look the way she did now, but that couldn't have actually resulted in this??? But then again, there was that dream. Could it have actually been true? Me, an **** god?

Staring ahead, I took in every feature of my mother as she continued on her little rant. My beautiful and sexy mother. The icon of my lust. The center of all my depraved wet dreams. If I truly was a god now, then I could make all of my fantasies a reality. But would it actually work? This all still seemed so crazy.

...

But there was only one way to find out. By making some more wishes.