"Sure!" I answer her. "Let's play like you're forcing me into the bushes."
I use my wish-power to make a video-camera in the bushes. As she pretends to drag me behind the bushes, the camera picks up every detail. From her yanking down my pants and loudly slobbering on my cock to shoving me to the ground and riding me like a cowgirl, the camera sees it all. And I try to put on a good act of a helpless victim. (I also used a wish to enlarge my cock - six inches is OK in real life, but a porno film should have nine at least.)
For the second act, I wish us to the local junior-high school. In the locker room, an epic film of a 39-year-old slut and forty underage boys in a wild orgy is shot. The only wishes used there were one to keep away outsiders, on the coach and two of the boys (those three preferred each other, which didn't interest me, but it kept them out of my hair).
And for the finale, I wished us to a local kennel. To my surprise, the kennel owner knew Aunt Kathy and had two dogs reserved for her! All these years of being Look-down-on-you-Holier-than-thou, and she had been secretly feeding a dog-sex fetish all along! I filmed that, too.
Then I wished her home with her memory blotted. It was easy to wish up copies of the videotape and send them to Aunt Kathy's parents, her ex-husband, her kids in college, my father (her brother), her minister, and her current boyfriend. Then a dozen copies were sent via wish to the fifty people that lived closest to Aunt Kathy. (But not the police - I wanted the bitch humiliated, not arrested.) Then I wished the last copy to arrive in the mail like an anonymous package addressed to my mother. Making copies for the internet took up some more time.
After all that, I felt exhilarated. Justice was finally done to the nasty old bitch. I relaxed and wished myself a beer as a reward.
As I drank, the doorbell rang. At the door was Josh, a twelve-year-old boy that lived nearby. Sometimes Mom hired him to do yardwork, and his mom and mine were friends. He had also been one of the boys at my aunt's junior-high filming.
"Hiya, Josh. How's it hangin'?"
He giggled shyly as he came in. We sat on the couch and I got him a soda. He seemed very nervous.
"What's the matter guy?" I asked.
"It's about ... the locker-room," he said.
"When you banged my Aunt Kathy?" I said. "If you want to thank me, no problem. Glad to do it. I know how hard-up a boy your age can get."
"It's not that." He took a deep breath, blushed, and said. "I only did it with her because you wanted me to."
"Huh?"
"I love you!"
Now this was a hit-the-head moment. Sure he was a nice boy and all (and his constant hanging-around was finally explained), but my preference was girls.
However, rather than send him away crying, I had this nifty ring. Perhaps we could both come out ahead ...