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Dave grabbed his mother by her bleached hair and turned her head to look her in the eye.

"Can you be a good girl now, Bunny?" He asked.

"Yes, Sir!" She said.

"Then be a good girl and suck my dick!" He commanded.

"YES, SIR!"" She agreed with much more enthusiasm.

The blonde bimbo eagerly got off his lap and kneelt before him and went after his cock like a pro. Dave turned to see Jake's face was as red as his ass, his arms trembling from holding the pyramid for so long, his cock rigid and throbbing from how much he enjoyed the humiliation.

Dave wished and Auntie Chartreuse commanded.

"You're pathetic, worm," she told his former friend, kicking off her sensible flats. "But I'll let you jerk off on my feet if you don't take too long."

"Oh! Oh thank you Auntie Chartreuse!" Jake exclaimed, then knelt before the dominatrix and started masturbating furiously. Dave couldn't see his cock from that angle but he figured he must be close. Dave didn't think he deserved relief just yet. He wished for his friend to go soft as Dave continued to harden in his mother's clever mouth..

"What the fuck!" Auntie Chartreuse demanded. "What the ever loving fuck is this? Do you not find me attractive, boy? Don't I do it for you?"

"No, Auntie Chartreuse!" Jake exclaimed. "I mean yes! I mean, I mean you do it for me! You're incredible! I'm not worthy!"

"And yet, you soften!" Dave's aunt said in disgust. "I offer you my precious feet and you soften! I suppose you'd prefer to cum on my tits, like I'm some common whore?"

So saying, with help from Dave's wishes, she ripped off her blouse, buttons flying, and then furiously removed her bra. Bunny tried to look and see what was happening, but Dave swatted her head and she kept on focusing on her blowjob.

"Are these what you need, worm?" Auntie Chartreuse demanded, holding up her tits in exasperation and squeezing her nipples with fury. "Or are these not good enough for you?"

"No! No, Auntie Chartreuse! They're good enough!" Jake swore. "I mean! I mean, more than good enough! They're the best! I'm unworthy!"

He started slapping his dick violently, trying to bring it around.

"I'm unworthy!" He cried again.

"You don't think they're too small? Too floppy?" She asked, her eyes threatening to disembowel him. "Too old?"

"No! No, they're perfect!" He swore.

Dave disagreed, but the wishbone could fix that. His aunt's tits began to swell in her hands and become firm and full and exquisitely sensitive. Auntie Chartreuse gasped at the sudden change, but Dave wished for her to just roll with it and she grinned wickedly and continued pawing at her pillows, taunting Jake with them as he continued to **** himself, trying to restore his erection.

Dave continued to adjust his aunt, darkening her hair to a raven's wing black and growing it out, making her eyebrows severe, her nose a blade, her eyes devistating. He'd have to buy her some outfits, but she would totally be able to pull off the dominatrix thing now!

"And what about my feet?" She demanded, as Dave wished them to be delicate and dainty. "Are you so mesmerized by my tits that you've forgotten them? Or are they beneath your attention?"

Jake looked down at her feet while blurting out his denial and how he was unworthy of even the toe nails. Dave took pity and let his friend's cock rise at the site of her feet. He blubbered in releif as at last he started to get hard again.

Dave turned back to his bimbofied mother, dutifully and devotedly blowing him without a thought in her head. Her eyes were the only part of her that still resembled his mother before Jake went to work on her with the wishbone, but they were so vacant, even those didn't really register. What would she think if she understood just what had happened to her and her sister?

Dave grinned wickedly. He could, of course, make her understand what had happened.