Take him to see his "aunties"

His mom's story answered a few questions that he had. His mom would have his "aunties" over quite often, or sometimes they would host his family. As far as he could tell, Cheryl and Marci were his mom's best friends. Once or twice a month, though, they'd come over for a special visit. When he was younger, he had to stay in his room and watch TV with the volume up while they were over during a special visit. When he got older, Josh had to leave the house entirely.

He had a piece of the picture shortly after he got unrestricted access to the internet. His mom's best friend, his "aunt" Marci, happened to be one the most popular porn stars in the world. She had been in the industry nearly the entire time that he had been alive, and gone from barely-legal teen to MILF. His "aunt" Cheryl also had done porn, but had moved to be behind the camera, directing some wild and crazy stuff. They also happened to be married.

It was a little hard to believe that they were doing anything sexual with his mom. As far as he knew back then, she was just a normal, everyday stay-at-home mom, and honestly it wasn't that weird that he had to play quietly in his room while his mom had guests. Maybe Josh just didn't want to think of his mom in that way. He had assumed that it was that they were drinking and/or gossiping and didn't want him to overhear and repeat what they were saying. But now that his mom's tits were staring him in the face, now that he had cum down the throat of his sister, and now that he had this power, it seemed like the evidence pointed that way.

"Mom, you should take me and Jemma to Aunt Marci's," he said. She nodded and went towards her purse to get her keys. "We should all get dressed first, I suppose."

He oversaw them get dressed. Jemma in jean short-shorts and lime green tanktop that barely contained her new titties. Ronnie in one of Jemma's flouncy white tennis skirts and a baby-pink sleeveless croptop, which barely fit Jemma and looked like it might pop if Ronnie sneezed. Jemma, he kept her barefoot, but with his mom, he had her put on her black knee-length boots. With Jemma, he had her wear a thong high on her waist so that the straps were poking out above her short-shorts. Ronnie went commando.

Josh didn't want to drive, not in LA traffic, so Ronnie was told to drive while he and Gemma were in the backseat. "Gemma, I'm sure you're still super horny, right?"

"God, yes, Josh," she nodded fervently.

"Go ahead and lie down, just put your feet up on me, and stick your hand down your panties, its fine," he said.

"Absolutely, Joshie," she giggled and then wiggled out of her seatbelt and onto her back. Josh admired her feet and her legs, running his hands up and down her. Before he grew her titties, he would have to say his sister's best assets were her legs.

"Mom, you and Aunty Cheryl and Aunty Marcie... you're fucking each other, right?" he said.

"Mmm, yes, Josh, thats thanks to your father," Ronnie said, "He really liked fucking the three of us together, and he didn't want us to stop just because he wasn't here. We try to tell ourselves that we can stop and that each one is the last time, but eventually, the tension just grows too much. I mean, Marci's tits are just to die for, and I want them in my mouth..."

LA traffic was LA traffic, so even though he was giving himself time to think and strategize, he ended up just listening to his mom describe her lesbian orgies with her friends while he fingered Jemma to orgasm a couple of times. Her toes curled when she came, and her dimples became really prominent in her afterglow giggly phase. He was giving her a foot massage in the middle of a traffic jam - Thank God for tinted windows! - when the guy behind them decided to keep honking his horn, as if that would make the traffic go faster. They were at a standstill, there was nothing that Ronnie could have done to make them not at a standstill. So Josh got out of the car, stormed out to the Range Rover behind him. The guy rolled down his window, clearly looking to yell at someone but Josh spoke first.

"You pathetic, spineless little man, you will never touch that horn again, and your dick will never get hard again, do you hear me?"

"What's with your voice?" the man said in a small confused voice.

"DO. YOU. HEAR. ME."

"Yes sir..."

There, Josh had used his powers for good. That made him feel better about the **** and general perversion. He got back in the car, and had Gemma gently lick his balls until they got to his Aunties' house. It was nice, nicer than he remembered their place being.

"Did they move? I don't remember their place being this nice before," Gemma spoke up.

"Oh, yeah, a couple of years ago. They're both making a lot of money on the internet now. They keep saying that we should tape our little get-togethers, but I didn't want to traumatize you kids when you learned your mom was a bisexual slut," Ronnie chirped cheerfully.

"Oh, mom, we love that you're a bisexual slut. Gemma wants to be a bisexual slut too!" Josh said, putting his hand on her ass as they walked to the front door of Marci and Cheryl's Spanish tile two-story.

Ronnie rang the door bell, and they were greeted by a blonde with big tits that the internet insisted was fake, and enticing green eyes. The same enticing green eyes Josh had seen on basically every porn site since he discovered internet porn. He had only ever exchanged awkward pleasantries with Aunty Marci in the last few years. She had to have known he knew that she was also Madeline Marseille, three time winner of Best Blowjob scene at the AVNs. But he never said anything about it, and neither did she. "Veronica! What are you doing here? And you brought Gemma and little Josh! You're dressed all slutty like!" She should talk, considering she was wearing just a black thong-bikini. There was a furious click-clack of steps and his other aunt, Cheryl was approaching.

Cheryl had her red hair short, and was wearing a bathrobe, and smoking a joint. This was LA after all. Even beneath the bathrobe, Josh could tell she was as in good as shape as ever. Her wife was all curves; Cheryl, in her performing days, was elven, fae-like, and angular and petite. Unlike her wife, she hadn't bothered to put on make up, but she still had cheekbones to cut steel with, and big doe eyes. "Oh shit, I haven't made Marci cum yet this morning, and she's useless until she's orgasmed a few times -- wait, why did you bring your kids, Ronnie?"

"Great news, Joshie has gotten the same powers as his daddy and he's gonna take care of me!" Ronnie gushed. Cheryl's eyes widened and her left hand immediately flew underneath her bathrobe and behind herself, presumably her thumb straight up her butthole.

"You can change us back, right? Marci's literally never not horny. I mean, she is always so fucking horny, the dumb slut, I love her, but its a lot to handle. I spend so much time fucking her just to get her on set to get fucked some more. And me? I was studying to be a fucking bioethicist before I met your dad and now I just make porno. You're here to change us back, right? Give us a chance at a normal fucking life?"