"I wish that I was having an incestuous relationship with my Aunt Jane." The stone flashed, telling Jon that his wish had been granted. His Aunt Jane was his mother's younger sister, in her early thirties and had a body that women would kill to have. Jon had always had a crush on her and wondered what it would be like to fuck her. Suddenly he heard a voice behind him.
"Aren't you coming to bed, honey?" the familiar voice of his Aunt Jane said. "You know how much I need you to fuck me."
Jon smiled. "Coming, Aunt Jane," he said.
His Aunt Jane cooed, saying, "How many times have I told you to just call me Jane? I think you gained that right the first time your cock entered my pussy." She opened her legs, inviting Jon to enter her again. Jon was going to enjoy this.
