One week after the party Jason Moore was still having trouble coming to grips with what had transpired. Everything had happened so quickly. One moment he was doing his normal routine, the next he had his cock buried up his Aunt Carol's pussy. Her very wet, hot pussy.
Just sitting there on the couch in his boxers reliving that moment was causing his cock to expand. With his eyes closed and his head back on the cushion he was able to visualize the event as if it were a movie he was watching. He could see his hands on her hips and his cock sliding in and out of her. His cock glistening from all the juices her cunt was secreting. The feel of her vaginal muscles squeezing his shaft each time he was pulling back was beyond incredible. And when her orgasm hit, her pussy had clamped down on him like a vice, forcing him to fall forward with her. That was all it had taken for him to explode, shooting his hot sticky cum deep inside her.
Not fully aware of what he was doing he reached into his boxers and pulled his now rock hard cock out. Pre-cum leaked steadily from the tip of it. He used his fingers and smeared it over the entire head of his cock and began to slowly stroke up and down the length of his shaft. He became aware of what he was doing as soon as the tingling spread from his balls up to his cock's head. He barely got his eyes opened before his cum came rushing out, sending rope after rope of spunk shooting out on the floor several inches from the couch. Damn, that's the third time this week he was going to have to clean the floor, Jason mused.
Jason was repulsed that he had screwed his own aunt, but oddly, aroused at the same time. He wasn't sure what to do. Should he confess to his aunt? Or should he just leave well enough alone? These thoughts plagued him day and night. If he had it to do over again, would he? The answer that came rushing to his mind was a total shock. Of course he would! That by far was one of the best fucks of his entire life. He was completely disgusted with himself. He had never had any incestuous thoughts about any of his family. Now, it seemed that was about all he could think of.
From the age of fourteen Jason had been the man of the house. His father had been killed when a drunk driver ran a red light. The driver, a teenager from a very wealthy family, had survived. Instead of going through a messy lawsuit the family had settled out of court. This, on top of his father's life insurance, had left Jason's family with no financial worries. His mother had taken some of the money and opened up a small dress boutique. Within two years she had opened up two more. All of the shops flourished and allowed his mother more time to spend with him and his sister. She guided them in their everyday lives and also helped with their schooling. As a result, Jason excelled in academics and was awarded a scholarship to the local university. His mother offered to pay some of the expenses on the condition that he got a job. She wanted to instill a good work ethic in him. He had accepted her offer. However, the stripper job was the only one he found that would work with his academic schedule. He hadn't told his mother what he was doing to earn extra money, nor had she asked. He was content to leave it that way. If she were to ask, he would come up with something that was more appealing than being a male stripper.
Later that evening his boss phoned and asked if he would be available for a private party the next day. Being that today was Friday and he had no classes on Saturday, he said that he would. Then his boss explained that it was a repeat at the same address from a week ago. He also informed Jason that he had been asked for specifically. Without waiting for any reply, thinking everything was taken care of, his boss hung up. Jason sat there in stunned silence, knowing that his boss would be highly upset if he did not accept the assignment. Since the club he worked for made a commission on his private parties he was sure that if he failed to show up for this one, he would probably not receive any more private bookings. His boss could be quite vindictive when he wanted to be. So this left Jason very little choice in the matter. Maybe he could explain everything to his Aunt Carol when he saw her tomorrow, provided he could find the courage to do so. He leaned back on the couch and started to tremble slightly. Mostly from fear of what would happen once he revealed himself to his aunt, but also from the anticipation of seeing her again. His cock twitched slightly with that thought.
Wearing the clown outfit that he had worn the last time he was there, he arrived at his Aunt Carol's house just before noon. Unlike last time, there were no cars in the driveway or parked along the street. He decided to park on the street right past her driveway instead of parking in front of the house. He exited the car but left his CD player and bag of balloons behind. He was pretty sure that he would not need them. He was filled with dread as he slowly made his way up the walk to the house. He was just about to ring the doorbell when he noticed a note taped to the door that read: "Out back by the pool-come on back." Leaving the note there, he walked around the side of the house and came to an eight-foot tall wooden fence that surrounded the back yard. A heavy looking wrought-iron gate was installed in the fence but seeing no lock he opened it and stepped through into the backyard.
Standing just inside he noticed that the fence completely surrounded the entire yard, and was so tall it afforded complete privacy to the entire area. At the back of the house was a covered patio with outdoor furniture and a small table set up on. He could see on the table what appeared to be a pitcher of margaritas and only one glass. There was a sliding glass door that led into the house. The pool itself was set a short distance away from the patio toward the far corner of the yard. He let his eyes roam around the entire yard but saw no one anywhere. Small splashing sounds coming from the pool forced him to look in that direction. What he saw caused his jaw to drop and his eyes to bulge in their sockets.
Aunt Carol stood slowly up in the shallow end of the pool, water cascading down her body in little torrents, her thick red hair plastered to her head. Jason could only stare slack-jawed as she lifted her hands and pushed the mane of red locks back behind her ears. This caused her breast to lift prominently on her chest. The white string bikini she wore was almost transparent, her light brown areolas clearly visible through the material. Eraser sized nipples stained the fabric, as if trying to escape their captivity in the bikini's top. Taking all of her in, Jason allowed his eyes to roam further down her amazing body, coming to rest at the junction were her thighs met her hips. Strings on each side held the bottom part of the suit together. What greeted his eyes had to be the most perfect camel-toe he had ever seen. He could just make out the landing strip of pubic hair through the thin material of her bikini. She had just enough of a tan to contrast nicely with the white of the suit. His cock was rapidly expanding, threatening to burst out of the confines of the modified G-string he was wearing under the clown costume.
Carol stood up out of the water feeling it run down from her head, between her breasts before making its way to her crotch. She felt the snugness of her bikini bottoms riding up into the cleft of her pussy. She immediately felt the sensation of eyes boring holes through her. Opening her eyes she saw the guy in the clown costume standing about fifteen feet away with the look of a frightened deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car.
