Falling into substance abuse and incest

My aunt has a poor connection to the rest of the family because of substance abuse. Wanting to resolve things leas to me joining her.

This is more of a getting things off my chest kind of story. My aunt has had a very poor relationship with her sister (my mother) and my grandmother (her mother) for a few years now. This had been mostly because of what we suspected to be bipolar disorder. But it is also because of some (all be it lite) substance abuse. I’ve always had a very neutral standing with her, so I wanted to go and hopefully help figure stuff out. And afterall, I hadn’t seen her in a while either. I’m 19 and she’s 49 and let’s get into it.

I was driving up to her apartment getting ready to talk to her. When I get to her door and knock, she clearly smi drunkenly opens the door. She recognized me and invited me in. Her apartment is very run down and not in great shape. She doesn’t work and only lives off some cash the government gives her to try and help pay rent.

I sit down on her couch as she sits beside me. We start catching up a bit, her not having much but trauma to talk about. Things move from just talking, to some comforting hugs for her sake. And we decided to spend some time together and chill and watch a movie.

At some point halfway into the film we started sitting a lot closer together, my arm up on the backrest behind her, which moves to being around her and eventually her leaning into me. I don’t fully remember what we did afterwards as it was kind of a blur… but it ended up with her straddling me and us kissing and feeling each other. We proceeded to have sex right there on the couch.

She was riding me quite slowly, probably because she was still dizzy from drinking. But it was easily the best sex I have had up until then, even if it maybe wasn’t, it felt romantical. After maybe 10 or so minutes of her riding me, I finally came, and inside her at that. We shared a final kiss before I chose to depart home for the day.

The next day I returned to her place. She greeted me st the door like last time. But this time, we pretty much got right to it. We poured ourselves a few glasses of whiskey and started fucking. I had her pushed up against the side of her kitchen table, doing her from behind. Being slightly intoxicated and fucking at the same time was a very addictive combination, to say the least. I do not remember how many times we did it that day. But it ended in her bed with doggy, where I was basically doing none of the work, and she was pushing back and fourth.

This habit continued for many weeks. It has now ended with me quiting my origibal job, moving in with her, working from home and fucking and drinking. We’re drunk most of the day whenever I’m not working, and usually fucking for long periods of time in the afternoon and evening.

She’s suggested we should try stronger things together, as it’d make things even more exciting, but I am a little hesitant on that. For now. We’re basically drinking our lives away and fucking. I’m sure she should probably get on the pill, as I’ve never once pulled out. But I always forget to bring it up in my drunken state. Something about just seeing her bounce on my dick throughout the day, makes all the worries go away. In the end. If I feel happy, is it even worth changing? I’m getting fucked and sucked by nothing more than a whore many times a day, and making good enough money with a remote jobb. Morning wood releases, blow jobs “at work”, creampies every day. What more could I want?

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