Wishes to begin making fantasy a reality

There was only one thing on my mind. The fantasy I had while jerking off earlier today. The fantasy of my mother devotedly serving me on her knees while I ate. Not out of lust. No, but out of pure unadulterated, motherly love and affection. And meanwhile, my father would be stuck sitting there unable to do anything to stop it, knowing full well how fucked up it was. The only question was how to go about it. Let's see. The being in my dreams... God. Wow, I actually had fucking God talk to me. Well, he said my powers would only be limited to my family. So no direct wishes on anyone or myself, they all had to be directly on family members or indirectly made through them. Simple enough for rules.

Focusing back to reality, I looked back at my mother, still dressed in her sexy slutty housewife outfit. There was going to be a lot more of that around here, but right now, it was time to lay the groundwork for my fantasy. First things first, I would need to back to before mom finished breakfast. So, closing my eyes, I began to imagine my wish and mentally stated my command.

I wish my mother was now just starting to make breakfast.

Just as before, a sudden headache was beginning to pound in my head and the whole felt like it was starting to tumble, but before it could feel nearly as bad, it ended.

Huh? Maybe the more I used this power the easier and less painful it would get?

The sound of the fridge suddenly cut my thoughts. Looking towards the kitchen I saw my mom, who was a mere moment ago sitting in front of me, now over there, pulling food from the fridge. Looking back towards the now empty table, I couldn't see a single speck of evidence that there had been any food before. This was both awesome and frightening. I'd have to be careful not to do something I'd regret with this sort of power.

Now was the next step, bringing my dad home. Closing my eyes, I once again imagined and declared my wish. Or would it technically be a command?

I wish my father was home today for breakfast.

This time, instead of a headache and rolling world, I only felt a firm push on my head and a slight shake in the ground, but overall everything felt-

"And that's another thing. When are you going to get a job!?!? I keep asking you and asking you and yet you never seem to have an answer!" The incessant blaring ear-piercing noise of my father's voice suddenly filled the kitchen. Yeah, it was now business as normal. The feeling of wood smacking my face felt business as usual too as I let my head fall flat against the table. But even then, my father continued this long speech of how much I was a loser and blah blah blah.

"Oh come now, honey. Our son is trying his very best to get a job. You just need to believe in him." I heard my mom say. Her comforting voice pricing through the darkness my father always seemed to bring around.

"Thanks, mom."

"Don't encourage him!"

For the next 15min, my father and I sat there in tense silence as we waited for mom to finish. It was at the point I saw mom begin plating the omelets that I began to devise my third and final step. It needed to be perfect. I couldn't just wish for it to be normal for mom to blow me. No. Then my dad wouldn't perceive it as negatively as I wanted. No, it needed to be more devious. Rushing to think of something before mom served food, I had a thought. A simple thought, but an effective one that I could use for even more fantasies. It was a genius thought.

Closing my eyes, I quickly uttered my mental wish. No! For the hatred for my father, this was my command. My will manifested.

Whenever I speak about an idea that should be used, my mother will positively agree to it with motherly love and my dad will agree to it in at least the bare minimum attitude he'd normally need to allow it to be enacted...

That excludes the choice of him leaving us for it to be enacted.

After quickly amending my command to make sure things were set perfectly, I sat back, and... wow! This time there was only a slight thud in my head and my vision just had a lite jitter in it at the wish. This was miles better than my first experience!

Seeing mom place the last omelet on a plate, I quickly stood up and spoke.

"Hey mom and dad, so I had this idea." my voice wavered out as my mom and dad both looked at me.

If this didn't work, I'd absolutely be fucking murdered in this house. Oh fuck, what was I even going to say?

"It was an idea for mom." I felt the intensity of the stares grow on me as my brow began to sweat. "That since a mother's duty is to care for and love her son as best she can... that she uh... that mom should show that... she should show that with absolute devotion at breakfast by... uh" By now my hands were starting to shake with nervousness and the sweat really beading up on my face. "by uh, serving me food at the head of the table, and... uh... and... and doing so along with a blowjob... A blowjob with all the intense motherly love, devotion, focus, and care a mother should have for her son!"

By the end, I was committed and put everything I had into finishing my statement regardless of the deathly fear I was holding in my heart. The clamminess was really getting to me and I was starting to feel lightheaded as I looked back at the two pairs of eyes staring back. One of pure fucking hatred for my existence on this planet, and the other...