Some Thanksgivings have more to be thankful for than others do, and this was definitely one of them. Rachel and I had met at a college frat party as sophomores and had been a "regular" item ever since. Living on the West Coast and going to school on the East Coast some times made it difficult to get home for the holidays.
The Thanksgiving of our senior year was one of those times. Since Rachel's family lived in upstate New York, she invited me to spend the weeklong break with them. The prospect of hanging out in an empty dorm (I said we met at a frat party, I didn't say I belonged to one...anyway) was pretty rotten, so I of course I was ecstatic.
Rachel was an only child and her Mom was divorced, so it would just be the three of us. Rachel's Mom had given birth to her at the same age Rachel was now. Rachel was magnificent. Intelligent, sophisticated, beautiful, and fucked like a wild woman. There wasn't anything that she wouldn't try at least once, twice if she was drunk!. We were only 21, but I could definitely see a future together. At least until that trip to her house.
We were pretty exhausted when we pulled up the house after the 6-hour drive. And when I say house I should really say mansion. This thing was huge. I knew Rachel had some money in her background, but I had no idea just how much. All this house for just the two of them, plus their housekeeper Anna. Anna was the first to greet us. The 60ish year old hugged Rachel as if it were her granddaughter. Rachel returned the greeting in kind before introducing me. Anna mentioned that Rachel's Mom was over at a neighbor's house and should be home shortly. Anna herself was about to go grocery shopping. Rachel asked if I minded if she went with Anna so that they could catch up on things. I said, "not at all, I could use a shower and a nap.". While Rachel changed, Anna showed me to my room and brought me some towels.
I was not used to this kind of living, that was for sure. The bathroom was twice the size of my dorm room. I stepped into a steaming hot shower. It felt great after the long drive. Only a couple of minutes had passed when I heard the bathroom door start to open.
"That was fast Rachel, or did you forget something?", I said over the sound of the water. There was no reply. "Rach?", I again queried. I jumped a bit as the shower curtain was pulled back. It wasn't Norman Bates, but was I even more startled as I stood naked in front of Rachel's Mom.
"You must be Richard.", she said.
"Um, actually my friends call me Rick.", I said as uncooly as possible.
She glanced down and smiled, and purred, "I think they should call you Dick." With that, my cock almost hit the roof. I was still too stunned too say anything, but I did realize that Rachel's Mom was wearing a bathrobe, which led me to believe there was nothing else underneath. I quickly found out that I was right as the robe hit the floor. I fumbled for words, but my breath was taken away by the incredible body that stood before me.
She may have been 42, but Rach's Mom had the body and face of a 30-year-old. She had large breasts with enormous areolas and nipples, long blonde hair, and just wisps of blonde pubic hair trimmed neatly. Her waist was small, her face was stunning. She was something to behold.
"Mrs. Melons, um Mrs. Melrose,", I phumfered, "I don't think this is too good of an idea. As incredibly tempting as this is I think it would be a big mistake."
"First off Rick, its Janice, and second, I think your cock thinks otherwise." With that she licked her lips and stepped into the shower. "Janice, I..ohhhhh." My speech was interrupted by Janice grabbing my cock and squeezing and stroking it gently.
"Shhh Rick, it's time I tasted this big boy." With that, Janice (we were definitely on a first name basis at that point) knelt before me and inhaled my cock. Rachel could take maybe 6 of my 8 inches in her mouth, but her Mom was devouring me like someone who hadn't eaten a meal in a week. Before long, no pun intended, my cock had completely disappeared in Janice's mouth and was rubbing the back of her throat. I got the impression if I had a foot long she could have handled it with no problem.
Janice slowly slid her mouth back to the top and start licking the head and up and down the shaft. She moved underneath and started tonguing my balls. She licked one, then the other, alternately sucking on them as well. It was all I could do to stay on my feet. I could see the headline now. "Man killed after hitting his head in shower while his other head was being blown by his girlfriend's Mother". Shit, why did Rachel make we watch that Woody Allen film festival, I thought to myself.
My attention quickly was refocused when Janice's hands moved over my stomach and chest as she licked her way back up my shaft, her eyes staring straight into mine. Her mouth again covered the head and she started sucking harder. Soon she began taking my full length in again and was working up and down. I knew I couldn't hold out much longer. Janice sensed it too. I was ready to blast my load down her throat when she stuck her right hand out of the shower, obviously reaching for something.
"Rick, there's nothing I like more than a good cum martini." With that she produced a wineglass and stuck the head of my cock in it. Holy cumgarglers Batman!
Janice started pumping my shaft with her left hand like there was no tomorrow.
"Come on Rick, show me what you've got. Shoot your cum Rick, shoot your cum!" That did it. With a loud groan, I fired spurt after spurt of cum, filling up nearly half of the glass.
"Yes, yes!", she screamed as my cock unloaded it's fury. She removed my cock from the glass and placed the head back in her mouth. Her hand continued to pump my shaft. When she finished, she turned her attention to the glass. "Mmmm Rick.", she said as she licked her lips. She then threw her head back and put the glass to her lips. My freshly loaded cum slid down the glass, into her mouth, and down her throat. Her long tongue lapped at the remnants in the glass until it was so clean it looked like it had been through the dishwasher.
Out in the hallway I could hear some commotion and so could Janice. "Gotta go Rick.", she said with a wink, "Thanks for the drink!" A minute later Rachel walked in.
"Hi babe.", she said, as she poked her head in the shower. Not that I'm complaining, but I'm thinking, does anyone around here knock?! Rachel rubbed her hand on my cock and I winced slightly.
"Hey!", she mildly protested. "Have you been busy?"
"Sorry Rach, I couldn't help it. You weren't here and I got horny thinking about you and I needed to do something about it."
"Men!", she said, sarcastically shaking her head. "Well Rick, you will just have to make it up to me later."
We kissed and I said, "You can count on it."
Later that evening as we sat down to dinner, I could barely look Janice in the face, especially every time she took a sip of her wine. Upon closer inspection I realized she was using the same glass that an hour earlier was filled with my cum!
"Rick,", Rach turned to me, "are you all right?"
"Yeah, I'm just beat from the drive. It's been a long day."