I was dreading the trip back to my hometown to visit my family. It was the first holiday season as a divorced man, and I was sure I’d be peppered with under-the-breath questions from various family members.

In years past, when I was married, my ex and I would alternate Thanksgiving and Christmas between her family in Dallas and my family in Oak Valley. Traveling with three young kids from San Diego was a big ordeal and expense. This year my ex-wife would take the kids to Dallas for Thanksgiving in keeping with our previous schedule and I’d have the kids for Christmas.

Background: I’m Grant Thompson, a thirty-six-year-old sales executive in the pharmaceutical industry. My family has deep roots in Oak Valley, going back five generations. The Thompsons are a big clan, my dad has four brothers and two sisters, and there are a total of twenty-two cousins. About half of my cousins still live in town.

Our family gatherings usually have about sixty people attend. Uncle Al built a large party room slash mancave several years ago to accommodate family events. It has a large commercial kitchen, several sitting areas with couches and recliners, an eight-person bar room, ten round tables and chairs, and six televisions. It’s a great place to watch football in the fall.

My flight arrived in Oak Valley on Tuesday at about 11:00 am. I grabbed my suitcase, picked up my rental car, and headed downtown to my favorite diner, Avenue Grill. It’s nothing special, but they offer hearty breakfast and lunch items. The food is always delicious, and I always run into someone from my childhood when I’m there.

I slid in the backdoor and went straight to the elevated counter and took a seat. When the lead cook, Arturo, turned around, he smiled, and said, “Lunch special, no pickles?”

“You know it, Papi” I said. “How are you, Arturo?”

He gave the other cooks some instructions in Spanish and stepped up to the counter, “Grant, it’s so nice to see you. I’ll tell Jose you’re in town.”

“No need. I texted him yesterday,” I said. Arturo is Jose’s father, and Jose and I grew up together going from kindergarten through high school together, on numerous sports teams, and he was my co-best man along with my brother.

“You’ll be at his Friendsgiving on Saturday, right?” asked Arturo.

“I’ve never missed it. And tell your beautiful bride I’ll want two dozen tamales at Christmas,” I joked. “I’ll have my kids with me.”

**

The Thompson Family Thanksgiving Palooza went off without any issues. Most gathered again on Friday for “Leftover Lunch,” a family tradition as well. It used to be a bit more exciting, as the women would come back from Round One of Black Friday shopping talking about the great deals they found at certain stores. Now, everyone has their nose in their phone, tablet, or laptop.

On Saturday morning, I only had one thing to do before heading to Jose’s house for Friendsgiving in the afternoon: pick up my order at The Farm Café. This year, T-Z was assigned the dessert, and I ordered two pies: one pumpkin and one apple.

As I picked up my order I ran into an old classmate, Lisa Taylor. She too had ordered pies for Jose’s party. As we chatted, she asked where my wife was. I had to explain that I was now divorced. We discussed what time we were heading to Friendsgiving, and then Lisa asked, “Can we sit together? We’ll be two of the few single people there.”

“Sure,” I said. “Why don’t we carpool to Jose’s ranch? Where do you live?”

Lisa and I made plans for the afternoon and left the bakery. As I drove home I thought about Lisa’s large breasts and how I’d love to get her naked. Lisa returned to town after college to help run their family furniture store, working as an interior designer and in sales. She never married, telling me once “I’m not going to settle. I want my Prince Charming.”

**

As the pre-dinner social time was coming to an end, Jose rang the old chuckwagon dinner bell lightly. He made a few announcements, introduced a few new people, and thanked his mother, aunts, and other family members for making the traditional Mexican dinner. I did a quick scan of the large backyard patio and estimated just over eighty people, about twenty were our classmates.

Lisa and I made eye contact and soon were in the buffet line together. She seemed a bit tipsy. We hadn’t hung out together much the previous eighty minutes, so I had no idea how much she had to drink.

“Are you ok? Maybe you should lay off the wine,” I whispered.

She turned around, rolled her eyes, and said, “Grant, why don’t you live a little? Have some fun.”

We agreed to be mindful of how much we would drink knowing we had several more hours. We joined a table with two classmates, their spouses, Jose’s younger sister and her husband.

The conversation flowed as did the wine and beer. Lisa became flirty with me, but I was trying not to react too much and seem like the new divorcee on the rebound. Jose’s sister, Ximena, whispered, “She said she hopes you hit on her.”

After dinner, as everyone was milling around and chatting with friends, Lisa grabbed my hand and said, “Come show me where the bathroom is located.”

As we walked into the living room and turned into the hallway Lisa stopped and turned around. She quickly wrapped her hands around my neck and kissed me. I resisted for a second as I was caught by surprise, but as I felt her tongue on my lips I responded with my own tongue, and we kissed passionately.

When we broke from the kiss, I stammered, “Wow, that was nice.”

“C’mon, let’s go into the bathroom,” she said quietly.

We went into the large hall bathroom and Lisa locked the door. She dropped to her knees, looked up at me, and said seductively, “I want to suck your cock.”

Her hands quickly unbuckled my belt and had my chinos and briefs around my ankles. I was already semi-erect when she took hold of my seven inches of manhood. She licked up the underside while moaning and then slurped on my large mushroom head a few times. When her plum lips released my glans her tongue swirled around several times sending chills through my body.

“Ooooh, man. That feels amazing,” I mumbled.

“Cum in my mouth,” she said and started bobbing up and down on my hard cock. She had one hand on the base of my penis and the other began fondling my shaved balls.

“Ooooh, yes. Suck my balls and stroke me,” I told Lisa.

She took in one ball and playfully sucked for a bit, then licked all over my sack before sucking in my other sperm sphere. She soon returned to bobbing on my cock, occasionally deepthroating me until she gagged.

“Yes, suck my cock. I’m going to face fuck you, hold on,” I said. I grabbed her head with both hands and started thrusting in and out rapidly. After maybe forty seconds I could feel my balls tighten. “I’m going to cum!”

I stopped thrusting my cock down her throat. Lisa looked at me and gagged, then took half my dick back in her mouth and started sucking. “YES! YES! ARGH!” I grunted.

My cock twitched and shot four strong spurts of my warm spunk in her mouth. I could then feel Lisa release my cock from her lips. I looked down to see her swallow my big load. My cock was oozing cum onto the bathroom floor.

“That was fun,” Lisa giggled. “I can’t wait for you to fuck me with your big love muscle.”

We looked at each other in the mirror and smiled. I told her, “Okay, let’s say a few goodbyes and make an exit.”

THE END