She rolled her eyes, “I know about sex, and the last person I would turn to for advice about it is my perverted niece.”
“You’re perverted too, Aunt Nancy, I have the red ass to prove it.”
She blushed, maybe as red as my ass? Okay, that was a joke, my ass was way more red….
“That…wasn’t what that was.” Nance said a moment later.
“Oh?”
“Yeah,” Nancy insisted, “I was just overcome with anger and I-”
“Aunty,” I said, “Passion and strong emotion is all sex is! Maybe you just saw that as an outlet for your anger, but you did exactly what I asked you to. You used me. You punished me. And it was fucking Hot!” Aunt Nancy seemed confused by what I was telling her, “You really did nothing wrong.”
“But it was wrong,” Nancy told me like she knew better, “you have to understand that much Jenna. Families don’t do stuff like this together. It’s taboo and degraded and-”
“-and that’s what makes it so fucking sexy!” I finished for her. I was very turned on, so much so I moved, ignoring the pain in my butt, and practically tackled Nancy. I kissed her. Not caring about the consequences one bit.
Nancy
It was like my body was behaving on its own. She kissed me. I knew I should have stopped it. And I definitely shouldn’t have opened my mouth to let her tongue in. I definitely should have pushed her away when her hands were on my tits and pinching my nipples and making my pussy so fucking wet. And I definitely shouldn’t have put my hands on my niece’s ass.
“Ow” Jenna whimpered, breaking our kiss as I quickly took my hand away as I had forgotten about spanking her early in that brief instant, “not there. But right now.”
That made me feel guilty again and I came to my senses. I pushed Jenna away from me, “Sorry, I don’t know what’s come over me,” I said, temporarily forgetting that she was actually the one to kiss me, “but it’s like I’m so horny all the time now I can’t fucking think straight! I don’t know what to do about it!”
Jenna gave me a strange look, “Don’t you masturbate?”
“No, never.” I said immediately, almost disgusted by the thought.
She laughed, “Of course you don’t! I mean, no offense meant, Aunty, but I always thought you a bit of prude before yesterday.”
“Well, of course you masturbate,” I said, feeling a bit put on the spot. “You do everything.”
“Not everything,” Jenna told me, “Even I have my limits. But trust me, Nancy, jilling off is perfectly natural. And, if you don’t pet your pussy, you’re just going to keep having these moments where you’re ‘so horny you can’t think straight.‘” Jenna was doing a very bad imitation of me as she said the last part. She laughed again, “Trust me, I’ve been there.”
I thought about it. I have to say, it made sense. After all, I’ve just been turning into more and more of a slut around the house, maybe taking care of my own sexual depravity was the only way to remain in control.