Aunt Jessica loves it

"My My. John, what are you doing?"

John stripped himself slowly in front of his aunt, who sat on the sofa with her legs spread, a beer in her hand, and a cigarette hanging from her mouth.

Once John was finally in his underwear, he turned around and bent forward, pointing his ass at Aunt Jessica, then bit his lower lip.

Aunt Jessica laughed and slapped his ass with the palm of her hand. "Woo! That's it, Johnny baby. Show off that body of yours!" She took a big puff of her cigarette, then a long gulp of her beer. "Knew you were a pervert the moment I laid eyes on yah, kid. Come here. Give old Aunt Jess a lap dance."

John didn't know how to lap dance, but he's seen prostitutes from Grand Theft Auto do it.

He started twirling and tweaking his hips in front of Aunt Jessica's face, just inches from her face. It was fairly difficult, and he was almost out of breath. Then he realized he had reality altering powers, so he willed it so that he was skilled at lap dancing and had great stamina.

"Damn, John. How long have you been doing this? You're as good as the whores down at the strip club."

John hesitated for a moment before coming up with an excuse. "Oh, I uh, saw it on TV."

Jessica raised her brows. "Really? No shit. You must have that uh," she raised her cigarette hand, trying to find the right word. "That fucking thing where you can memorize whatever you see."

John continued for a few more minutes before Aunt Jessica finally decided to pull him down onto her lap.

"Alright, that's enough lap dancing, sugar bum. You got old Aunty leaking the couch with her clit stains. How about you get on your knees and drink some of my coochy moonshine, if you catch my meaning."

Aunt Jessica was really wild! How did John not notice before? And he didn't even snap his fingers or alter her in any way. Was this his lucky day?

"Aunt Jess, have you always been like this?" John asked, curious.

"Like what? I've always been your Sweet Aunty." She replied. "It's you who barged in here and started stripping. Besides, don't act like you haven't been staring at my tits every time I come over, or smelling my panties while I'm showering."

"W-What? I-I haven't done such a-" But before he could continue, Aunt Jess placed a finger on his lips.

"Shhh. No need to lie. I know you have it bad for me. And to tell you the truth. So do I."

What a revelation! With John's newfound powers, he had the confidence to strip and dance before Aunt Jessica, knowing he could just undo everything if he screwed up. He would have never found out his own Aunt had a thing for him.

"Oh? What's this?" Aunt Jessica touched John's crotch, sending shivers throughout his body. "You're so hard, baby." She rubbed his cock through his pants. It felt incredibly erotic to John. He threw his head backwards on his aunt's shoulder. She looked in his eyes as she continued stroking his throbbing member.

"Mmm. You love this, don't you? Tell me you've been dreaming of this moment."

John nodded his head, too lost in the sea of pleasure racking his body. Aunt Jessica's cigarette breath ghosted his face as she leaned in and licked a stripe across his neck. "Gonna mark yah, honey. Leave all my love spots on your neck. And when someone asks, hehe, well, I'll leave that up to you."

She kissed and sucked at his neck while her other hand placed her beer down and started undoing the buttons and zipper of John's pants. When his pants were finally off, Jessica's hand slid into his underwear and enveloped his cock with it. She pulled out and frowned.

"You got a tiny cock?"

John screamed internally. He forgot he had a small dick, so he reversed time and altered reality.

Going back to a few seconds ago, Aunt Jessica once again freed John's cock from his underwear. She froze for a moment, taking in the sight of the monster cock she had fished out.

"Good lord almighty!" She wiped the drool from her mouth. This was the biggest cock she had ever seen. And it wasn't just big, it was perfect, clean, and juicy looking. She was almost tempted to kidnap John and throw him in her basement, forcing him to breed her over and over. But she wouldn't do that.

"Aunty Jess? Is something the matter?"

Jessica finally snapped out of it. "Nothing's the matter, sweet cheeks. You just gave old Aunty a fright."

John smirked internally. He would make up a funny sob story for her to believe in. "I knew it. It is gross, isn't it? All my friends from school laugh at me. Even the girls call me a freak."

He could hear Aunt Jessica's rapid breathing and rising anger. "Gross? My goodness, John, this is the opposite of gross. Why, this is the most splendid specimen of trouser snakes I've ever seen. And those girls. That's just what they are. Just girls. They got small tiny pussys and will give birth to tiny weak babies because tiny dicks are all they can take."

John faked a small sniffle and wiped an imaginary tear. "Is that true, Aunty?"

"Of course it is," she replied. She cupped John's jaw and turned his face to look at her. "I'm gonna ask you something, my handsome little walking kick stand. And I need an honest answer. Do you love your Aunt Jessica? As a woman?"

"Of course I do! I'd do anything for you!" John replied. He really did have the hots for her, despite her bad habits.

Aunt Jessica smiled and then kissed John on the lips. "Good. That's all I needed to hear. Cause you and I," she grabbed her bear and downed the last drop before crushing it with her hand and throwing it at the TV. "We're getting married!"

"NANI?!"