Since John and I were best friends since childhood, I was happy when he invited me to go skiing with him and his mother Janice during Christmas vacation. It was the end of my first semester of college, and yet I could not get the previous encounter between Janice and I out of my mind. I would constantly think of her, and the few times I spoke to her on the phone, she told me that she kept thinking about me too. Occasionally, when John wasn't there with her, we would have phone sex, and her moaning would bring back those memories.
The week of Christmas, I went over to John's house with my bags. He and Janice met me at the door. John greeted me in our usual friendly way, and Janice stepped up and hugged me. She was wearing a black t-shirt and sweatpants, and her light-brown hair was pulled back. When she pressed into me, I could feel her nipples poking through her shirt. The thought of her not wearing a bra over those 34D breasts made me smile. She kissed me on my cheek and told me that she was happy to see me. That night, the three of us had dinner and talked about what went on in the months since we last saw each other. Janice sat across the table from me and would raise her foot to slide up and down my leg. Once, when John wasn't paying attention, she winked at me, and that made my cock harden really fast. It was difficult maintaining my composure through the conversation.
That night, I slept in my usual place, on the sofa bed. I was having pleasant dreams when a sensation awakened me. Through the haze of waking up, I felt something warm and wet working over my cock. I looked down and could see Janice's silhouette in the dark. Her head was over my crotch and her lips were wrapped around my shaft. I moaned and she looked up. Even through the low light I could tell she was smiling. "Hey there, big guy. I figured you might like this." She then continued sucking my cock. Her lips were warm over my rod as her tongue worked over my head. I ran my fingers through her hair as her mouth worked me over. I felt one of her hands begin to play with my balls. She gently massaged them with her fingers, making me moan a little louder. Her mouth engulfed my dick even more, my head reaching the very back of her mouth. My breathing became faster and faster. She started humming, the vibrations sending shivers through my spine. My heart was pounding in my chest as the pressure built up within me. She gripped my shaft with her other hand and worked it. I let out a long grunt as my hot semen shot out of my cock and into her mouth. She kept her lips around my rod, swallowing all the cum that came out of my head. When I was done, she moved up the bed and kissed me deeply, the taste of my cock on her lips.
"What about you?" I asked her.
