We stood there in the family room talking about good times in the past. I had always had a very good relationship with Mom. We talked about all kinds ...f things and were really very good friends. Our ideas on most things were very similar. Gradually the conversation became more personal. Mom hugged me again and told me how proud she was about my good grades in college. "You've always been such a good son," she said warmly. "I couldn't be more pleased with the way you've turned out--and so. I thought myknee caps would split under the force, and I knew I would have to endure thisuntil he chose to return. Ok, so call me curious. I never thought of myself as strange, just becauseI liked being submissive. My parents never understood the guys I dated, butthey didn't understand us much anyway. My little sister and I never got along,so she avoided me like the plague. She was four years younger than me, andwas easy to ignore. I didn't want their approval, just for them all to leaveme. My own dick was hard as a rock, but it would have to wait. I did the teabagging for him a couple times, moving my head up and down so his balls dunked slowly in and out of my warm, greedy mouth. Only then did I let myself move on.Inch by agonizing inch I trailed my tongue up the underside of his shaft, from the base to the head, all the while wanting to just gulp the whole fucking thing in and suck like a Hoover for thirty seconds until I got what I wanted. Fear of disclosure had nothing to do. Maybe he had to wear him to finish thatpart of the wish.After a few more minutes of pushing and pulling, Charlie was unable toget the shoes on his feet. He knew the wishes had to be doable, or elsethey wouldn't be granted, but why couldn't he get the shoes on? "Ohdamnit, I wish I could wear the damn shoes so I could fix Pete!"Charlene felt her world twist and turn in the oddest way ever. *Wait,Charlene? My name is Charlene! Oh bother...* She looked down on herself,and noticed that not much had.