Date: Wed, 31 Jul 2002 20:27:57 -0700
From: eaeiii@att.net
Subject: Vacation I

I was eighteen years old and enjoying my freshman year at college.  My
roommate's name was John.  He was from south Texas and was undergoing a lot
of teasing about his accent.  His accent was a big hit with the girls.  He
seemed to score almost every time he tried when we went out for R&R on
Fridays and Saturdays.  The girls loved the accent.

John was attending State U on a scholarship.  He told me that his parents
were divorced, and that his mother had little income to support his
education with out-of-state tuition.  He was pretty smart, and helped me
with my studies a lot.

In early November, John invited me to go home with him for Thanksgiving
break.  I had never spent Thanksgiving away from my family, and told him I
had to check with my parents to make sure it wouldn't upset their plans.
My folks thought it would be a great experience for me to spend
Thanksgiving in south Texas.  In our part of the country we always had snow
on the ground, and it would be different for me to be in a place where
jackets weren't needed and swimming was a normal thing to do around
Thanksgiving.

Let me describe myself.  As I said, eighteen.  Six feet tall and well-built
with well-defined pecs and a nice six pack.  A 31-inch waist and a 40-inch
chest.  I'm blonde.  Strictly a hetero guy - and working my ass off trying
to get laid at least once a month.

John was my height and build.  Dark hair and dark eyes.  Some of the girls
said he had "bedroom eyes".  I guess that's why he got laid once or twice a
week.  He had a great smile.

For our Thanksgiving break we flew south on Wednesday night.  We changed
planes at DFW Airport, and caught a puddle-jumper for an airport near his
home in south Texas.  We arrived a little after midnight.  John's mom met
us at the airport and drove us the twenty minutes to their house.

His mom was a real knockout.  Blonde, about 38, big bust, narrow waist and
delicious looking lips.  Boy, I sure was wishing she wasn't his mom.

I was amazed when she pulled into the driveway.  We had arrived at a
sprawling ranch house with a three-car garage.  John ushered me into the
house and showed me to the guest room.  After unpacking, I joined John and
his mom in their living room.  She offered me a beer and welcomed me to
Texas.

Because of the late hour we turned in.  I slept soundly for eight hours,
until I heard John knocking on the door to the guest room in the morning.

"Rise and shine," he yelled.  I rolled over and gave my normal morning
boner a big squeeze before I got up to do the 4 S's (Shit, shower, shave
and shampoo).  I joined them in the breakfast nook for pancakes, eggs,
bacon, sausage and juice.  We sat around after we ate and enjoyed an entire
pot of coffee.

We planned the weekend.  I found out while sitting there that John was
scheduled to spend Thanksgiving afternoon and evening with his father.
Although I was disappointed that we would not be spending the entire
vacation together, it turned out the rest of the time in Texas would be
spent with him giving me the twenty-five dollar tour.

John's mom offered to cook a turkey with all the trimmings for the two of
us that afternoon.  I said that sounded great.  John and I would spend the
rest of the morning driving around town and meeting a few of his friends.
He would bring me back around Noon, and his mom and I would eat turkey
around four, depending on when the halftime of the football games came
along.  On Friday and Saturday we would wedge in a visit to Mexico, and a
party with some of John's high school friends.  We were scheduled to fly
north on Sunday morning.  I thought the plans sounded just fine.

John and I spent the morning driving around town.  We stopped by his best
friend's house first.  Bob was going to the University of Texas on a
basketball scholarship.  He was six foot eight but had the same waist and
chest size as John and I did.  His long sandy hair fell across his face and
he spent a lot of time pushing it back so he could see.  He told me he wore
a headband while playing, but ordinarily didn't like to wear one.

By noon, the quick tour of the town was finished.  We delivered Bob back to
his house and John dropped me off at his home.  John didn't get out of the
car, but headed straight to his dad's house for Thanksgiving dinner.

The temperature was an unbelievable 82 degrees.  As I walked in to his
house his mom greeted me.  We sat and talked for a few minutes, and I let
the aroma of the baking turkey fill my nostrils.  Except for the
temperature, it was just like a Thanksgiving up north.  John's mom asked me
to call her Nancy as we got more acquainted while sitting on the couch in
the living room.

She asked me if I would like another beer, and I said "Sure".  She poured
herself a glass of wine, and suggested that the day was so nice we ought to
go swimming.  I hadn't even seen the pool in the back yard.  I said, "I
can't.  I didn't bring a suit".

Nancy said, "That's OK.  You can wear one of John's".  She hopped up before
I could say anything and quickly returned with a red Speedo.

I went to the guest room to change, and stepped out the back door onto the
patio next to the pool.  Nancy must have been still changing, so I dove
into the pool and enjoyed the water on this warm Thanksgiving Day.  After
swimming three laps, I swam to the side of the pool and saw that Nancy had
come out and was lounging on a chaise soaking up the sun.

She was wearing a bikini and lying on her back.  Her legs were spread so
her feet were about eighteen inches apart on the end of the chaise.  As I
looked at her she opened a bottle of lotion and began to rub it on her
arms, stomach and legs.  Wow!  Instant boner.

I stared at her as she spread the lotion over herself, and felt my cock get
harder just watching her.  My boner was so hard I had to reach into John's
Speedos and straighten it. It was getting bent at an uncomfortable angle.

I was so busy watching her rub the suntan lotion over herself that I didn't
notice that she was staring straight at me.  She shook me out of my reverie
by saying, "Tim, I need to spread some of this on my back.  Would you give
me a hand?"

With that she turned over on her stomach.  Thank God.  She wouldn't see my
huge boner as I hopped out of the pool and approached her chaise.  As I
walked up her she undid the straps on the back of her bra, and turned to
hand me the bottle of lotion.  I was certain that her eyes lingered on my
crotch a little longer than just a passing glance.

Oh, well.  I stood near her head, loaded my palm with lotion and began to
rub it into her back.  After several applications I looked down at her and
noticed that she was staring directly at my crotch.  Embarrassed, I stepped
back and started to turn and apologize.

"I was waiting for the head to pop out of the Speedos," she said.

"Huh?"

"Step back and let me help the head pop out of the Speedos," she said.

I couldn't believe my ears.  I had a raging hard on, and here was my
roommate's mother pointing it out to me.  I couldn't help myself.  I turned
back toward her as she raised herself up and pulled the waistband back
allowing my seven-inch boner to point directly at the cloudless sky.

"Mmmm", she said, and wrapped those delicious lips around my raging cock.
God that felt good!

I had never had anyone's lips on my cock before.  It felt wonderful,
fantastic, unbelievable, indescribable and wonderful.  While sucking on my
cock she continued to pull my Speedos down to the ground.  I was going to
cum really soon at this rate.  My hormones were ruling my brain.

As I stepped out of the Speedos, Nancy lubed her hand with more suntan
lotion and began to work a finger into my ass.  That really felt good.  My
cock got even harder, and I grabbed her hair to pull her down forcefully
onto my raging cock.  She stuck a second finger into my ass.  Then a third.

I could feel the head of my cock hit the back of her throat with each
penetration.  On the way out she sucked it hard and pushed harder into my
ass with her finger.  When almost all they way out she swirled my cock head
with her lips as I pulled her hair to drive her back down onto my raging
cock.

I wasn't thinking.  My mind and body were controlled by animal lust.  A
fourth finger entered my ass, and I blew my load into her mouth.  I was
grunting and moaning and pulling her head down on my cock as streams of
jism cascaded over her tongue and down her throat.  She shucked every last
bit of cum out of my aching cock.


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