Her body?”“Blindfolded....but...”“What is it?”“Can it really be called masturbation?”“What do you mean?”“You're thinking something... like his cock between her breasts or feet right?”“Uh huh.”“It's hard to call it masturbation then...or even stimulation. At that point a guy is having sex with your tits. Sex with your feet etc.”She nibbled a cracker and looked around the room a little. The storm was pattering the window with heavy rain but we were tucked inside warm and cozy with the living room. "Wow, you call that a hit you filthy slut?!". Then bam! Her fist connected to my cheek. She stood back in awe as I spit blood in her face. I looked down to the ground, then in a heartbeat raised my hand and slapped her. She was abusing me calling me a freak, bad son, sick you name it. I couldnt help it. Her hits, the blood, the abuse..it got me going and my cock was ready for action. I grabbed her hand threw her on the floor making her head hit the floorboards.She was dazed, she couldnt speak. U told me ud been sending him naughty pics of ur self dressed up asking if he like and playing with ur self telling him u wish it was he's cock not the dildo witch turned me on so much knowing how naught u were being, so the next day when u got changed for work u put a short ish dress on with no panties, stockings so people who always looked at u would get and eye full and ur sexy high boots not the ones that go over ur knee the other ones, so u went to work and u were getting so wet by just. And I know I could easily undress myself and do other forbidden activities without question with my lovely and sexually intrigued young cousin. “Wow and I mean that too,” I said as I came up for air, and breathing hard. “Yeah, wow,” she said, smiling and also breathing hard. We finally ate dinner and she finally left for home. During dinner, I gave her my email. I’m not sure I should have done that. I began getting emails from her…naughty ones too. “Guess what I did last night?” the first one.