Reignite Cheryl's love of pornography

Josh frowned slightly. Cheryl had seemed to start wriggling out of what dear old Dad had told her, it seemed. Did this mean that the alterations that his power made did wear off? If even just slightly? Assuming that Josh's dad hadn't come back since he took after he was born, that meant that it lasted a good 20 years, so its not like it was a big failure. But it was good to know. Or maybe Josh's dad just didn't cover every line of thinking when he left, and Cheryl was just burnt out. Everyone got burnt out a little sometimes. Or maybe this was another one of Dad's jokes, like the thumb up their asses thing. Regardless, Josh wasn't going to let his auntie waste away at a job she didn't like.

"Aunt Cheryl, you love your wife, right?" Josh asked.

"Yes, but aren't you -- "

"You love Marci."

Cheryl wrinkled her nose, "I love Marci."

"Marci's a horny slut, isn't she?" Josh continued.

"Yes, Marci's a horny slut."

"You love sluts," Josh said, "That's why porn is perfect for you and Marci. She gets to be a slut on camera, and you get to help girls become sluts. How do you dress for the set?"

"God, I do love how slutty Marci is," Cheryl said, biting her lip, "Uh, usually a t-shirt and jeans, sometimes I'm in sweats." Simple casual clothing, it made sense, shooting anything meant a long day.

"No, no, that won't do, Auntie Cheryl," Josh shook his head, "You need to dress up, you need to look sexy. You love sluts, because you are a slut, and you love being a slut to make men's cocks hard. If the guy has trouble getting hard on set, you're first in line to fluff him. You get so hot, so wet knowing that guys will be jacking off to what you're making, that you can barely stop from masturbating right in your director's chair. You're constantly trying to hook up with your talent. YOU. LOVE. PORN."

"God, I fucking love porn," Aunt Cheryl said, nearly shaking.

"Aunt Marci, can you give me a blowjob?" Josh said.

"Did I not offer already? Silly me!" Marci dropped to her knees immediately in front of her wife. The pixie-cut redhead looked ecstatic at the prospect of her wife serving her best friend's son.

"Wait, let me go get a camera, or at least my phone! Gonna make some porn!" She whooped, raising her fist in the air. Looked like he had succeed in reawakening her love for her artform. Maybe he'd have get her back into performing soon. Or maybe he'd keep her for himself. He owed it to the perverts of the world to keep Madeline Marseille still performing, but that didn't mean that Clair Swan had to leave the director's chair, did it?

"Gemma, get down there, and watch how a professional sucks dick," Josh said, as he sat down on his aunt's couch. Gemma immediately got on her knees and intently stared at Josh's dick going into her aunt's mouth. Josh's toes flexed as Marci stooped below and began sucking on his balls. She then intently began running her tongue up and down his shaft.

"Okay, the lighting in here isn't great, but honey, you look so hot with a dick in your mouth!" Cheryl said returning with what looked to be an expensive camera.

"I think this will just be for our personal use, Aunt Cheryl," Josh groaned as he tried to keep from cumming just quite yet.

"Really? Whatever you say, I just think Marci's so hot and slutty, she makes a lot of guys just throbbing hard," Cheryl purred. Marci never broke eye contact while sucking dick, but she did wink at Josh at this.

"Honey, I know you do what's best for me, but are you really sure that you should be doing this to my friends?" Ronni asked, somewhat concerned.