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Aunt Carol Was A StripperMy mom’s sister Carol lives in Crossville, Tennessee. I moved into in a company furnished condo in downtown Crossville a few weeks ago. The condo came with my internship deal. It’s a small nicely furnished. I promised mom I would go visit Aunt Carol as soon as I got settled. Mom wasn’t going to let me forget that promise.I had met Aunt Carol several times over the years. I had just turned 37. The whole family drove to Tennessee from Union NJ Aunt Carol never had any k**s of her own. She got married late in life to James. The one thing I remember about Carol from that trip is that she looked just like my mom. Carol is 2 years older but they could pass as twins. They both have red hair and big tits the size of watermelons. Carol was in her mid 40s.I was fortunate to get this paid internship with a very prestigious Tennessee firm that does work all over the world. They only accepted one intern this year and that was “me”. I get paid lots, tho the condo is free and I am getting the experience of working on big and challenging projects. Something I would never have the chance to do back in Union NJ.On my walk back to my condo I got a text message from Mom in all caps, “CALL YOUR AUNT Carol ” along with Carol’s phone number which she had already sent me a two dozen times. No time like the present I figured. I finally called.”Hello Aunt Carol this is your nephew Chris” “Please call me Carol”.She was very happy to hear from me. Mom must have filled her in on my situation because she seemed to know all about my paid internship and she was genuinely interested to hear me talk about it. Carol talked my ear off, we talked until I was all the way back to my condo. She told me how proud she was of me. Mom and Carol were from a working-class family . I’m the first one in the family to get a degree.Carol asked me what my plans were for the weekend and I admitted that I really didn’t have any. Carol insisted that I come to see her in the morning. She told me to take the West Line and get off at the West side Exit. She would be there to pick me up at 7:30 am. Carol wasn’t going to take no for an answer, she promised to make homemade lasagna for dinner, my mom must have told her it was my favorite. Carol looked great. She was wearing a red short skirt and low cut white top. Her tits were practically hanging out. She looked really fine and she smelled good.It was a short ride back to Carol’s house. The place was the same as I remember it. We talked for awhile, Carol showed me some old pictures of her and my mom and their other brothers and sisters growing up. Carol also showed me some pictures of her from her stripper days. Obviously she was comfortable with nudity. She was topless in most of those pictures. I couldn’t help but blush. Carol rustled my hair and said, “Come on Chris, don’t tell me that you didn’t go to strip clubs when you were in college”. Carol brought me a cold pepsi from the fridge, “Your mom told me it was your favorite soda.” she said. She handed me the TV remote and told me to make myself comfortable while she worked in the kitchen. A few minutes later the furnace kicked on with a loud squeaky rumble. I looked back at Carol who didn’t even flinch. “What the heck is wrong with your furnace?” I asked.She said it had been making that noise Escort since last winter. I told her it wasn’t good and offered to take a look. It turned out to be a bad bearing in the blower fan. I made a few phone calls and found a replacement part at a supply place nearby. Carol told me not to worry that she would call a serviceman on Monday, but I insisted on fixing it. I borrowed her car and ran out to get the part. Carol seemed very impressed with my mechanical skills.Carol told me to go upstairs and wash-up before we ate lunch. While in the bathroom, I couldn’t resist the chance to peek in the clothes hamper. BINGO!. There among the dirty towels and linens was real treasure. A dirty bra and panties. I carefully removed them. I examined the panties first, turning them inside out to take a close look at the crotch. The crotch was slightly discolored. I lifted the panty to my face to take a good sniff and got an instant hard-on. Then I unzipped my pants and rubbed my hard cock all over the panties. A few more stokes and I would have blown a load in them. Realizing that probably wouldn’t be cooI, I stopped and put my neglected cock away. Then I took a closer look at the bra. The tag said size 45 F. This was a real marvel of modern engineering. This was no ordinary flimsy bra, but a very sexy heavy duty harness made with sturdy material, hooks, stitching and under wire. Damn, those huge tits had to weigh 10 pounds each. I thought about the topless pictures of Carol . All I could think about was sucking on those big titties.”Lunch is ready.” Carol called. I put her underwear back in the hamper and made my way down to the kitchen.Carol made grilled cheese sandwiches for lunch. A stripper and a great cook! They don’t make girls like that anymore. I ate at the kitchen table and watched her make homemade lasagna noodles.Out of the blue Carol asked me if I had met any girls since I got to Crossville. I admitted that I hadn’t had much of a chance and had not met anyone. “Don’t you k**s meet up on the internet these days?” she asked. I admitted I had tried that without success as well. “You poor baby.” she said.I thanked Carol for lunch and told her I had noticed a few other things around the house that needed fixing including a running toilet and loose banister. I also told Carol I would hookup the DVD player my mom got her for Christmas last year too. Carol slapped me on the ass when I returned from the garage with the toolbox. “I really miss having a man around here.” she smiled.”Why don’t you spend the night and go back tomorrow?” Carol suggested. “That way we don’t have to rush through dinner. “Sure, that sounds great.” I said.I couldn’t believe what I was thinking. I was fantasizing about fucking my mom’s sister. A woman more than twice my age. What the hell was wrong with me? How would I even go about taking it to that level? As it turned out, I wouldn’t have to make the first move.Later that evening, Carol and I ate dinner in her formal dining room. She said it was the first time anyone had eaten in there in years. The lasagna and homemade bread was awesome. We drank a full bottle of red wine with dinner and made pleasant conversation. I thanked Carol for the wonderful meal and helped her wash the dishes. We opened another bottle of wine and continued Escort Bayan our conversation on the living room sofa. I told her I thought it was really cool that she had been a stripper. Carol told me she danced under the stage name “Blonde”. She told me that the sailors from the Great Lakes Naval Base were the most frequent patrons at J&J’s club. She said there was no such thing as lap dances back then. The girls made money by getting the guys to buy them drinks. If they bought a bottle of “champagne” they could take you back to a private booth. The booths were like restaurant booths with heavy d****s all the way around. The champagne was really 7-UP and a $40 bottle would get them 20 minutes back there. The girls split the money with the house. The most productive girls got a higher split.I just stared at her inquisitively….. “A hand job” she said. “That’s what they got for $40. I know it was a rip-off….. And if they didn’t get off in 20 minutes, that was just too bad because the old hag boss lady was watching the clock and would come back and break things up when time was up. They could either leave with blueballs or buy another bottle of champagne.” She went on to explain that all the girls had their favorite customers. The booths were too small to fuck in and that was strictly against the rules. But for an extra $50 tip most of the girls would give their favorite customers a blowjob. The wine had obviously loosened Kitty up.“Hand jobs are a lost art.” Carol blurted out. “Girls don’t know how to give a proper hand job anymore. I know a guy likes to watch a girl suck his dick. But a proper hand job feels much better than a blowjob any day.” Carol said that back in the day, it was the standard way a girl showed her appreciation for a nice date.Carol was still doing all the talking. “What you don’t believe me?” She asked. “I didn’t say anything.” I smirked.“You didn’t have to say anything. I can read your mind. Don’t move”, she demanded.Carol said she would be right back. She returned a minute later with a bottle of lotion. She turned out all the lights except one lamp on the end table. She sat back down on the couch and squirted a generous glob of lotion in her palm then slowly and seductively rubbed her hands together. Then she leaned over and started unbuckling my belt and said, “Let’s see what you got in there nephew.”All the dirty talk had my cock throbbing and uncomfortably confined. I stood up and took off my jeans and boxers, my cock stood fully erect. Carol’s hand stroked my shaft and she pulled me back down on the couch by my dick. “Yeah, I think this is a keeper” she said as she slowly stroked my 6 inch cock from the base all the way up to the head twisting her hand slightly. Her thumb worked the sensitive area under the head of my cock each time her hand made it’s way to the top of the stroke. Goddamn it felt so good.Carol certainly knew what she was talking about. I had never met a girl that knew how to stroke a cock like that. She pushed me back into the corner of the couch and pulled one leg up onto the couch leaving the other foot on the floor. My legs were spread widely and she was sitting between them stroking my cock. Carol paused long enough to remove her blouse. Then she took off her bra, doing a little strip tease for Bayan Escort me. Watching her unhook and remove her bra was a treat. The years and gravity had taken a toll on Carol ’s breasts, but they were still impressive. Then she resumed the hand job and I reached out to touch her nipples. Carol leaned forward and massaged my nuts with her left hand while stroking my shaft with her right hand. My hands were all over her tits. “Take your time sweetie” she whispered in her husky cougar voice.Carol kept stroking my dick while running her left hand under my shirt, rubbing my stomach then touching my nipples, then back to my balls. She leaned over and kissed and licked the head of my cock a few times. Her spit ran down the shaft and lubricated her hand. Her grip was firm and deliberate. Each and every stroke was calculated. She was doing things to my cock and balls that I didn’t understand. I tried to pump her hand and she scolded me. “Just sit back Chris and let Aunt Carol do all the work. I know what I’m doing.” “You sure do” I said. She damn sure knew what she was doing. This felt better than any mouth or pussy my cock had ever fucked.The sexual tensions inside me were building like a super volcano. My breathing became rapid and I was sweating everywhere. This hand job had gone on three times longer than any I had ever given myself. Carol was now avoiding the head of my cock. She knew I was ready to blow. One more full stroke and I was going to shoot cum on the ceiling. I was either going to cum or my head was going to explode.“I want you to cum all over my tits.” Carol said as she looked deeply into my eyes. She aimed my cock at her chest. She squeezed my balls with one hand and jacked me off with the other. I began to groan like an wild a****l and my hips convulsed uncontrollably. I watched the cum shoot out of my cock and splatter on Carol ’s tits like pancake batter. She milked a half dozen streams of jizz from me directing each one to a different area of her tits. Then she used the head of my cock to smear the mess all over her tits and nipples. I don’t think I had ever cum so much. I was drained and suddenly feeling a little shy as my cock went limp in her hand.“Nice work Chris” she said as she leaned back to let me admire the aftermath of our i****tuous encounter. Carol stood up then bent over to kiss my forehead. She took my hand and suggested we go up and take a shower together. Later that night Carol gave me some lessons in eating pussy. It was really cool getting verbal feedback and coaching from a woman while I was eating her pussy. I made her cum twice, then we spooned in her bed for awhile, then I fucked her and we fell asleep holding onto each other.The next morning I awoke to the smell of bacon cooking. Carol left a pair of her pajamas on the bed. I got dressed and went downstairs to find her wearing a see-through negligee making breakfast.In her direct way, Carol talked about what had happened last night. She was worried I would have regrets. I assured her that I was totally cool with what happened. In fact I told her I would be happy to come back and visit her anytime. There were a lot of things around her place that still needed fixing up.Carol dropped me back at the train station around noon on Sunday. We kissed on the mouth like lovers and she asked me to come back the following weekend.I’m headed to Aunt Carol’s as soon as I get off work Friday. We’re going out to dinner and shopping and I’m spending Friday and Saturday night at her place. Aunt Carol is an amazing woman.

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