Thanksgiving Mayhem - Intro

Everyone in this story is 18

Maddie, my smoking hot girlfriend, was going absolutely wild on my massive cock, somehow managing to swallow the entire head and a good chunk of the shaft in a way that looked almost impossible for her pretty small mouth.

“Brad, fuck! Your cock is so fucking huge! Cum all over my face, babe!”

Who was I to deny her that Thanksgiving treat? My dick slipped out of her plump lips with a wet pop as I started stroking myself. I was already right on the edge, so it only took a few seconds before the first thick rope of cum shot out and splattered across her face with a loud, wet smack.

We hopped in the shower to rinse the evidence. No way the family needed to see their future “grandchildren” drying on Maddie’s makeup.

As my girlfriend put the last touch on my hair, shaping it perfectly and giving it a mist of hairspray, I watched it settle. Thick, luscious, raven black. It was never hard to make it look perfect. I guess some people are just born with it.

“Babe, have you asked your mom yet?”

“About what?” I asked while admiring my cheekbones in the mirror.

“About me celebrating Christmas with you guys, you doofus,” Maddie chirped.

“Yeah, I’ll ask her later, promise,” I said as I grabbed a handful of her fake tits, which I absolutely adored.

Maddie giggled. “Babe, let’s not get excited again. Let’s do a shot of tequila.”

“Again? We’ve already taken quite a few,” I said.

Maddie turned to the bottle of tequila she had stolen from her roommate. “More for me then.” She giggled and took another swig. Her seventh or eighth. I had lost count. She offered me the bottle.

“No thanks, I’ve had enough. But maybe hold off a little on the liquor? You know how you get,” I said.

“I’m fine. I barely notice anything. Swearsies.” Maddie shoved the bottle under the duvet on our bed, then staggered to the mirror to apply one last layer of mascara.

This could get interesting, I thought as we prepared to go downstairs to meet my family for the annual Thanksgiving dinner.

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As we went downstairs, Maddie almost tumbling down the steps in the process, Aunt Lisa, Mom’s sister, arrived through the front door.

“Brad!” she exclaimed, throwing her arms around my neck. “It’s been ages. So good to see you.”

“Nice to see you too, Aunt Lisa. Let me introduce my girlfriend, Maddie.” I stepped aside so she could greet her.

“Hello, Maddie, I’m Lisa. So nice to meet you. You’re very pretty, and that top is very… see-through and lacy, for sure,” Lisa said.

“Hey, Lizzie. I’m Maddie. Nice to meet you. And thanks. I had the twins done in Mexico. Might as well show them off, you know?”

Aunt Lisa laughed and carried on without missing a beat. “Well, if you’ve got them, flaunt them, I guess. Now, where’s the wine? I had a long drive and I would love a glass or ten.”

Just then Mom emerged from the kitchen. “Lisa! So nice to see you. Where’s Tate?”

“Sadly, he wasn’t feeling well. But he sends his regards and says he’s looking forward to seeing you at Christmas,” Lisa said.

“That’s too bad. We were all looking forward to seeing him. Especially Brad. He hasn’t seen Tate in ages. Right, Brad?”

“Yeah, sure. So sad,” I said, not giving a single fuck.

Mom looked toward Maddie, whose tits were practically spilling out of her top. “And you’ve met Maddie?”

“Yeah, I’ve met her. Lovely girl. And her twins as well. God bless. Now where’s that wine?” Lisa laughed.

“Twins?” Mom looked confused.

But Maddie just chirped, “I could take some wine.”

We moved into the kitchen where Mom had set out wine and glasses. She poured for all of us. Maddie gulped hers down immediately and topped it off again.

Lisa looked halfway impressed and halfway worried. “How lovely. Finally someone as enthusiastic as me about wine. Anyway, you all have to see the picture of Tate, my son,” she said, nodding to Maddie. “He just went to Cabo to celebrate his eighteenth birthday.” She held up her phone as the doorbell rang.

“I’ll get it,” I said at once, not caring about that chubby disaster Tate.

I opened the door. I recognized Mom’s friend from work, Charlotte or something. Next to her stood a real hottie. Long blonde hair, soft feminine face. I’d definitely rail he….

“Hello, Brad. Nice to see you again. Thanks for having us. I don’t think you’ve ever met my son, Felix.”

Son? Felix? What the fuck? I thought as I gave her him a bro fist that seemed to throw him off for some reason.

“Hey, I’m Brad.”

“Felix. Hey.”

Even his voice was oddly feminine. And even stranger, I felt my crotch tighten just a little.

I slipped into the kitchen where Mom was wrestling the turkey onto a platter.

“Hey, real quick, about Christmas at Aunt Lisa’s… can Maddie come? She’s my girlfriend. It’s only four weeks away. One extra plate won’t kill anybody.”

Mom sighed, carving knife hovering. “Brad, honey… let me think about it. We’ll talk after tonight, okay? Just… keep an eye on her.”

I flashed the grin that always worked. “You’re the best.”

Back in the dining room, the volume had doubled. Maddie had migrated to the living room, phone blaring some trap remix of “WAP,” and was full-on twerking in front of the fireplace. Her cropped barely-there sweater had ridden so high the underboob was basically the main event. Every bounce sent her tits threatening escape. Aunt Lisa was clapping along like it was normal. Charlotte looked mortified. Felix just watched with this tiny amused smirk, arms crossed.

I felt my face burn. “Maddie, babe, maybe chill?”

She spun, hair whipping, and threw her arms around my neck, tequila breath hot on my face. “Babe! Loosen up! It’s Thanksgiving!” Then she grabbed another glass of wine off the coffee table and chugged it like water.

Felix stepped closer, holding a fresh bottle of red for the table. Up close he smelled like vanilla and something crisp. His sweater hugged every slim line. Weirdly siren-y for a dude.

“You’ve got your hands full,” he said, nodding toward Maddie with a soft laugh.

“Yeah, tell me about it.” My voice came out rougher than I meant.

Felix shrugged. “My boyfriend gets like this on mimosas. Madden turns into a tornado after three.”

Boyfriend, Madden. Something in my chest did a weird dip, like I’d missed a stair. Stupid. I forced a laugh. “Cool. Good for you guys.”

Maddie’s phone buzzed loud on the table. She lunged for it, almost toppling into Felix, then turned her back to me while typing fast.

“Who’s that?” I asked.

“Nothing, just Mark about the last party before break. Logistics, babe. Don’t worry.” She flashed a wide smile and immediately poured herself more wine, straight from the bottle this time.

Dinner finally hit the table. Maddie claimed the seat next to me and kept leaning over to refill. By the time Mom started passing the turkey, Maddie was slurring every word and laughing at jokes nobody told.

She reached for the gravy boat, missed, and knocked over her wine. Red splashed across the white tablecloth like blood. Aunt Lisa cackled. Mom’s eye twitched harder.

Then it happened. Maddie stood up suddenly, chair scraping loud. “I gotta… bathroom…” She took one step, turned green, and projectile-vomited straight onto the turkey. Chunky orange streams of tequila, wine, and pink gum splattered the bird, the platter, the table runner. The smell hit like a punch.

Silence, total silence. Maddie wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, giggled once, and sat back down like she’d just passed the salt.

Mom stared at the ruined turkey. Aunt Lisa barked out a laugh she couldn’t hold in. Charlotte gasped. Felix’s eyes went wide, then he bit his lip to keep from losing it. I dropped my head into my hands, praying my usual charm could dig me out of this grave.

But this night? This was nothing.

Twenty-seven days later Maddie was drunk again, Mom was still distraught, and I’d be more confused than ever about why my eyes kept sliding to places they weren’t supposed to.

You horny fuckers are getting front-row seats to the real shitshow (the one where someone finally made my balls jingle for Christmas).

And trust me, it wasn’t Maddie.