My name is Jack and I just moved to the mountains with my mom. She had always loved old houses and when an eccentric old lady she befriended passed away she left the house to mom. Mom had been a nurse and took care of her at the city hospital. They talked about many things and were friends. Mom was greatly surprised and very happy. We hated the city.
So her we were in the middle of nowhere. The old logging towns were quite small. The house was a large old Victorian home from the early 1900s. The lady had lots of weird things and old antiques that the auctioneers had sold off but they left some small or mostly useless things behind. Mom and I were going through these things now.
Mom and I had always gotten along well. She was in her thirties and I was 20. I never knew my father but that was fine Mom raised me well even by herself.
Let me describe us:
Jack (me) 5'8" tall, Black hair, brown eyes, a little out of shape at 190lbs I had a small gut with a treasure trail of hair. I was very hairy, dark hair in my pits, hairy chest and belly, and very hairy legs and around my dick. Even my ass crack and my ass was covered by hair. I liked being hairy and not bathing. Still I went to school online and made a pretty good living from home building and maintaining websites. I often wanted to just be a slob but tried to keep myself in shape because my mom always nagged me. She was a nurse after all.
Speaking of my mom, Lisa. She was in her mid thirties (she had me when she was 16) so she was still young. She was 5'7" with light brown hair, blue eyes, a cute pixy face, cup breasts and a curvy rump. My mom was a milf. I had to admit I found her attractive but also for her kind nurse personality. Always caring and willing to help. If only I could find a girl like her. Alas not yet.
Anyway while we were cleaning out the house I came across a small box. Being curious I opened it. Inside I found a ornate ring and an old note. It looked small but I put it on my finger. "What the..." I muttered as the ring adjusted and fit perfectly on my left ring finger. "Ok that was weird" I thought so I read the note.
(I got this ring on my travels in Europe. According to the salesman it was an ancient ring. Older than even Rome. He said it was magical and would give the wearer the power of wishes. I of course did not believe him but thought it would make a great gift for my sister. It never made it into her hands but I still remember the shop keepers words. "Just wish in your head and it will be."
Agitha 1919)
Well since I couldn't get the thing off I might as well give it a try. Just wish.......
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