The Genie granted the final wish, allowing James to revisit a pivotal moment from his past—an opportunity to see his aunt, Jacky, in her prime once more. It was that life-altering instant when she had asked the question that had haunted him ever since.

“Do you want to see my tits?”

He had never had the courage to revisit this event. However, after encountering Gin and making five incredible wishes that reshaped his perspective, he felt emboldened to face his past. One of those wishes had been to possess an exact replica of his friend Terrence’s impressive cock and balls. This newfound confidence, bolstered by his enhanced endowment, propelled him forward, ready to embrace the once-daunting encounter with his aunt.

James froze, his breath caught in his throat as the vivid memory of that fateful moment came rushing back. He had forgotten just how quietly his aunt had asked him that life-altering question. She had opened the door to his room and then closed it behind her, pretending to leave. However, she had lingered, silently watching him for a moment before finally gathering the courage to ask. He realized just how nervous she had been. Of course, the fact that he balked at her question had scared her off. She probably thought it was because he didn’t like her, not that he was scared shitless.

In his original timeline, James had panicked, his inexperience and shock causing him to react poorly. His aunt, sensing his discomfort and embarrassment, had quickly left the room, never broaching the subject again. It was a missed opportunity, a chance for a meaningful conversation that could have brought them closer together and helped James navigate the confusing landscape of his burgeoning sexuality.

Looking back, James realized that his aunt could have handled the situation differently. She could have sat down with him, creating a safe and comfortable space for an open and honest discussion. They could have talked about boundaries, consent, and the importance of communication in any intimate relationship. Instead, the moment had passed, leaving James with a sense of unease and a lingering curiosity about what might have been.

Now, however, he had the chance to change the course of events. He could be the proverbial adult in the room. James smiled, his breathing ragged with nerves as the memories came flooding back—the regret, the longing, the countless times he had watched her as he grew older, imagining her bent over his bed as he passionately made love to her. He sighed, inclining his head as he prepared to face this pivotal moment with newfound maturity and understanding.

Slowly, a sly grin spread across his face as the weight of her question sunk in. He turned to face his aunt, drinking in the sight of her - the way her blouse clung to her curves, hinting at the body beneath.

James nodded slowly, deliberately, his eyes never leaving hers.

“Yes,” he said simply, the single word encapsulating all the complex emotions and desires that had haunted him for so long. There was no need for a lengthy monologue, lecture, or rant; he had finally voiced his true feelings, expressing what he had always yearned to say to his aunt in that pivotal moment.

With that affirmation, James felt a weight lift from his shoulders, a sense of liberation washing over him as he embraced the opportunity to explore this forbidden connection. He understood the gravity of his decision but was determined to navigate this new territory with the wisdom and maturity he had gained over the years.

She too appeared as though a weight had been lifted from her shoulders—years of longing to taste him, to pleasure him, to make passionate love to him. A slight tremble coursed through her body, and he could discern the depth of her desire in her form and facial expressions.

The intensity of their shared yearning hung heavy in the air between them, a palpable force drawing them together after so long spent apart. In this moment, they both understood that they stood on the precipice of something profound and life-altering.

She reached up, nimble fingers working at the buttons of her blouse, undoing them one by one. James watched, transfixed, hardly daring to breathe lest he shatter the fragile magic encompassing them. The fabric parted, revealing the smooth, supple skin beneath, the tantalizing curves of her breasts cupped in delicate lace.

He became acutely aware of his surroundings. He could hear the muffled sounds of the television drifting from the other room where his mother sat, oblivious to the electrifying scene unfolding mere feet away. From downstairs, the distant chatter of another TV signaled his sister’s presence, while the faint rustling and murmurs from his cousins’ rooms reminded him of the house’s other occupants.

Yet, despite the proximity of his family, James found himself utterly transfixed by the sight before him. Jacky tugged her blouse free from the confines of her jeans, the whisper of fabric against skin sending shivers down his spine. With a coy smile playing on her lips, she slowly, teasingly, pulled the lacy cups of her bra down, allowing her breasts to spill forth like ripe fruit begging to be savored.

James drank in the vision of her, his eyes roaming hungrily over the exquisite curves now bared to his gaze. Jacky’s breasts were a work of art, each one a perfect handful of milky white flesh, round and full, with a delicate weightiness that drew his hands like a siren’s song. The lacy purple bra she wore served only to emphasize their beauty, the delicate fabric a tantalizing contrast against her pale skin.

At the center of each breast, a tight, rosy nipple stood erect, as rigid and alluring as his own aching cock. The areolas surrounding them were the size of a two two-pence piece, a dusky pink that begged for the touch of his tongue. James could only imagine how they would feel against his lips, how they would pebble and tighten further under his ardent attention.

His breath grew shallow as he traced the contours of Jacky’s breasts with his eyes, committing every detail to memory. The way they swayed gently with each measured breath she took, the faint blue veins beneath the surface hinting at the blood coursing through her, the almost imperceptible asymmetry that only served to make them more real, more perfect in their uniqueness.

Time seemed to slow, the seconds stretching out into an eternity as James stood there, drinking in the sight of his aunt’s bared flesh. The yearning that had haunted him for years coalesced into a single, overwhelming ache in the pit of his stomach, a desperate hunger that could only be sated by the touch of her skin against his own.

Jacky watched him intently, her eyes glittering with a tantalizing mix of amusement and desire. Her lips curled into a knowing smile, a silent acknowledgment of the power she held over him in this charged moment. The air between them crackled with tension, a palpable electricity that seemed to dance along their skin.

“Not like your mother’s?” she asked, her voice low and husky, a seductive purr that sent heat rushing to his groin. The words hung in the air, a provocative question that demanded an answer. James swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry as he struggled to form a coherent response. His eyes drank in the sight of her, the curves of her body, the way her skin seemed to glow in the dim light.

“Better,” he managed to croak, the word feeling wholly inadequate to describe the perfection before him. Jacky’s smile widened, a flash of teeth and a promise of forbidden delights to come.

“How?” she pressed, her tone playful yet insistent.

He smiled, his gaze roaming over her appreciatively. “Firmer, fuller, rounder.”

“They don’t sag like hers either,” Jacky inclined her head, a hint of pride in her voice as she subtly thrust out her ample chest.

“No,” he agreed, shaking his head slowly, his hungry eyes lingering on the tantalizing curves of her full breasts straining against the thin fabric of her top. “I think your nipples might be about the same length though.”

She nodded, a wicked, mischievous glint sparkling in her eye. “Mmm, I’ll have to check later and compare.”

The tantalizing thought of her actually checking flooded his mind with a rush of arousal. How exactly would she go about it? Maybe slip his mother a potent sleeping pill in her evening tea so she could stealthily investigate once she was knocked out cold? Or get her tipsy on wine until she passed out drunk, then take a curious peek? Or most brazen of all, just outright ask to compare, boldly standing topless right next to his mother, their nipples an inch apart as they sized each other up?

God, even just imagining it made him rock hard in an instant, his cock throbbing urgently in his pants. Any one of those naughty possibilities turned him on like crazy, the forbidden taboo of it all too erotic to resist.

“Oh god,” he groaned...

“Get it out,” she added with a hint of command. While her voice was soft, commanding even, her face revealed little as she stood there, arms folded under her lovely breasts.

And yet, as he studied Jacky’s face, he found himself stymied. Her features were schooled into a mask of neutrality, her eyes guarded and inscrutable. There was no hint of a smile playing at the corners of her mouth, no telltale crease of worry between her brows. Even the rhythm of her breathing remained steady and unperturbed, betraying none of the excitement or trepidation that surely coursed through her veins.

“Yes,” he croaked, his voice hoarse with desire. With shaking hands, he reached for his fly, fumbling slightly in his eagerness. He pulled the zipper down, the sound seeming to echo in the charged silence of the room. Then, with a deep breath, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear and tugged them down.

His shiny new cock bounced free, standing proud and erect. It was an impressive sight, the engorged flesh straining upwards, the veins prominent along its length. The head was flushed a deep, ruddy color, glistening with a bead of pre-cum that had already formed at the tip.

While his aunt maintained a neutral expression, her features schooled into a mask of indifference, there was a subtle twitch at the corner of her mouth, a barely perceptible tell that betrayed her anticipation. She had seen the outline of his cock before, straining against the fabric of his trousers, and had nodded appreciatively. Now, faced with the real thing, she couldn’t help but feel a thrill of excitement course through her.

She let her gaze roam over him, taking in every inch of his exposed flesh. Her eyes lingered on his cock, and she felt a rush of heat between her legs. It was going to be a tight fit, but she was more than ready for the challenge.

The wishes had bestowed upon James a multitude of gifts, each one enhancing his capabilities in profound ways. His brain, now a finely tuned instrument of cognition, granted him perfect memory recall, allowing him to access information at will with unparalleled ease. His eyesight, once merely average, had been elevated to new heights, enabling him to perceive the world with a clarity and precision that few could match.

Moreover, his body had undergone a remarkable transformation, becoming a paragon of efficiency and vitality. With his newfound knowledge, which encompassed a vast array of life skills and intimate expertise, James felt confident and empowered. He possessed a deep understanding of future innovations, including the intricacies of the stock market and the rise of groundbreaking technologies like Bitcoin. Armed with this foresight, he knew precisely how to navigate the financial landscape and secure his prosperity a fortune.

Perhaps most significantly, James now had the invaluable benefit of hindsight. He could reflect upon his past experiences with a wisdom and clarity that only comes from a deep understanding of one’s journey. This perspective allowed him to approach challenges with a level of insight and strategic thinking that set him apart from others.

Of course, the second thing James had wished for was to be endowed with the same impressive manhood as his best friend Terry. With this formidable tool at his disposal, James felt a surge of confidence and readiness. While to the world around him, he had always possessed this attribute, for James, this moment marked the first time he would be officially putting it to use. The anticipation coursed through his veins blood as he contemplated the thrilling possibilities that lay ahead, knowing that he was now equipped with the means to explore new realms of pleasure and connection.

His aunt’s gaze fixed upon his exposed manhood, and he noticed the subtle twitch on her cheek - a telltale sign of her excitement. He couldn’t help but wonder if her intimate folds were slickening with anticipation at the mere thought of what was to come. She was undoubtedly trying to maintain her composure, lest others in the house discover their clandestine activities.

With a deliberate slowness, she walked up to him, standing so close that her breasts were a mere hair’s breadth from his face. He could smell her intoxicating scent, a heady mixture of femininity and desire that set his senses ablaze. The yearning he felt for her was overwhelming, consuming his every thought. He longed to be enveloped in her arms, to feel the warmth of her skin against his own.

More than anything, he wanted to be atop her, gazing down into those captivating brown eyes as they moved together in a dance of passion. The intensity of his desire was almost palpable, a tangible force that seemed to fill the space between them. In At that moment, nothing else mattered but the connection they shared, the forbidden fruit they both craved with every fiber of their being.

“Can you be quiet?” she asked, her voice firm, yet carrying a hint of that command again. There was a subtle tremor in her tone, barely perceptible, but James’ keen senses picked up on it nonetheless. Despite the slight waver, her eyes were steel, unwavering in their intensity as they bore into his own.

“Yes,” he said with an eager nod, his manhood bouncing as he spoke.

She studied him for a beat longer, her gaze roaming over his exposed form, taking in every inch of his aroused flesh. After a moment, she nodded, a subtle gesture that spoke volumes about her own yearning and the decision that had been made in the depths of her mind.

“Give me a minute,” she said, her voice calm and measured. With deft movements, she reached up and pulled the cups of her bra back into place, adjusting them to ensure a perfect fit. As she did so, James couldn’t help but notice the way her nipples strained against the thin fabric, the rigid nubs standing out in stark contrast to the smooth silk.

Despite her relatively passive facial expression, those taut peaks were a silent confession, a physical manifestation of the desire that coursed through her veins. They told him everything he needed to know, speaking volumes about the hunger that simmered just beneath the surface of her carefully maintained composure.

She buttoned up her blouse with deliberate slowness, her fingers moving with a grace and precision that left him transfixed. As she smoothed down the fabric, ensuring that every crease and fold was in its proper place, James found himself marveling at her attention to detail, at the way she seemed to approach even the most mundane tasks with a sense of purpose and intent.