French Avenue

"And then? What did you do after that?"

Cory dug a tongue into his cheek. His eyes reflected off the clean wooden make of the corner table. "I... made her like them. I made her okay with everything."

"Mmm. That's probably for the best," nodded the older, curly haired woman above.

"The look in her eyes," Cory continued, in this case almost to himself, "it... it made me feel like I was seeing the reality of just how... how things are, now. And what it actually looks like to someone who could see that, someone other than myself." Cory's lids rested halfway down his eyes. "And I realized I didn't want anyone to really feel that way, at least not for now."

"Not even her? You know she and her little group--they were bitches to you since day one, hun. They probably deserve a little cold rain, hm?"

Cory looked to her, and brought his hand up to rub the impeccable curvature of her large round ass, as it slowly moved up and down atop his naked crotch. "Maybe. But their comeuppance doesn't need to come in the form of, like... existential insanity. That's... kind of disproportionate."

The woman began to move her hips down at a quicker pace, as Cory rubbed the swell of her butt with an earnest hand. "Just in the form of turning them into cheap strippers for their friends' amusement, without them being any the wiser, then. Much more proportionate. Ain't that right?"

"Yeah. Pretty much." Cory slapped that ass, causing it to jiggle before him. "Kinda like I did with you Aunt Mimi."

Aunt Mimi laughed as she ground her pussy hard into Cory's pubes, rubbing against the base of his cock, nice and warm. "Hon I am no stripper. Cheap, or otherwise."

"No." Cory shrugged, feeling up her other butt cheek as he gave it a liberal pinch. "But you are having sex with me in nothing but a really small bikini top, and have no problem doing it. Obviously, I'm making you do this. I told you upright when I came up to you sunbathing in the back." He looked at the back of her head, moving up and down in the air. "I told you I wanted you to fuck me."

"That's right!" Laughing, Mimi turned up the heat, conducting rapid slaps onto Cory's groin as he watched her from behind. "And," slap, "I still am," slap, "so proud", slap, "of my little," slap, "man," slap, "from French Avenue," slap, "all," slap, "grown up and godly!" A titter left her mouth as she wriggled all her weight onto his dick, grinding and circling as her pussy walls clenched around his climaxing shaft. "You make me happy to be a Payton, you know that Cory?" She turned to look back at him smiling, and laid down across his chest. She ruffled his head. "You could fuck any girl you want, now. You can control any one's mind and rule the world... and you made it so I woule be one hundred percent fine with everything you decide to do. And you can do the same thing to everyone else. All because you are such a kindhearted soul. It's brilliant." Aunt Mimi patted his rib. "You got this, sweetie."

Cory sheepishly smiled back, pulling his dick out of Aunt Mimi's wonderful feeling vagina. "You always were looking out for me, Aunt Mimi. I wanted to repay the favor.

Cory's reply was a fiendish tickle of the chin. "Raw fucking your clearly taken," she lifted up a ringed finger in front of his face, "aunt, in a loving and loyal marriage, is certainly a great way to start."

Laughing, the two of them sat up, Cory cleaning himself up with a quick thought as Aunt Mimi stood up and stretched, preparing to get in the tub for a prompt shower.

Cory watched her (and her wiggling behind) as she left, thinking to himself. He shook his head, conjured some clothes over his body, and flew down the stairwell.

Maybe it was time for a walk down the block.

A walk down French Avenue.