The truth is I love men, well at least some of them. A few ladies walking by scoffed in disgust. I started back at the woman who pissed me off the mos.... I looked her right in the eye and yelled, ‘Fuck off bitch.’ She grunted and walked in the store, what a whore. I tried to take another drink, but I failed at that attempt as well. ‘Shit,’ I yelled out loud this time just to screw with people, ‘Ya bunch a prudes.’ My son’s image popped into my head again, but it was different this time. I. Every time she emphasised the familial relationship between us it caused a clench of desire down in my core. I moved in closer, her arms going wide.“There we are,” muttered my aunt as she stepped in to put her arms around me. “Tell me how much you’ve been wanting this,” Aunt Pearl whispered into my ear. I was in her embrace, her body against me, the heat coming off her. I could smell the product she used on her hair. My aunt smelled fresh and clean, like she’d not long bathed, her breasts. ..if I offered you mypowers, would you take them?"I'd been thinking of nothing else since he raised the possibility,weighing the pros and cons while we talked, so I'd already decided whatmy answer would be."Yes," I said, "I would." Then it's time I told you a story. Before coming into my powers I wasa high school math teacher. The person who passed them on to me had noidea where they came from, any more than the person who passed them onto him did. I know they go back at least a century, but. She tucked the skirt of her tunic up into the waist and spread her legs. Her hair-fringed split glistened with vaginal dew, and the mouth had opened eager to receive the jiji.She poked the little egg into it, fingered it out of sight, paused with a finger inside her, gazing at the mirror, thinking, Susie, there you sit with your legs spread and a finger up your love hole, aren't you ashamed? Why aren't you blushing?In her other hand she held the clit sucker, Howard's gift. Howard stroking her.