(This is my first attempt to write a story in Englisch, please ignore mistakes against the language. I hope you wil enjoy the story.)
There are day’s you will never forget. It was September the fifth, 1994, when my mother and I past the gates of the soccerstadium in Rotterdam, the Netherlands. Ik was the evening that Pink Floyd would give a concert and there where 60.000 people to watch this performance. Most of them where older folks, between 40 en 60 years, drest in borrowed jeans from there children. For one evening they where young again, back in the sixties, back to the free sex and cannabis and I was amazed to see all that people, I mean, the jeans from there children where to tight for the big belly’d man and the woman with large breasts and wide hips.
It was my mother who asked me te come with her to this concert. My father didn’t wanted to go so I took his place for two reasons. Ik liked the music of Poink Floyd verry much but most of all, I was deeply in love with my mother and I didn’t mind at all to spent an evening with this 39 years old beauty, hell, she looked ten years younger in her blue/red hippiedress. For a 19 year old boy like me it feld like an honour to go out with such a nice lady. The world changed for me at that time, a view months before I gradueted highschool and I just found a job at a offshorecompany and the band ‘Dark Side’ were I played the guitar was invited to make a CD for a recordcompany. Thrilling times for a boy like me.
The concert was great: fantastic music with a marvellous lightshow. Highlight of the show was the song ‘Comfortably Numb’. It is a slow song and the spotlights in the stadium went off. Ik was our song. Many times at home we used to put it in the cd player and enjond the song, but this time it was more intens. When they started the song I stood behind my mother en she leant against me, my nose smelt her long red hair, her ass rested against my crotch. She must have feld my rising cock but didn’t care, no, she begun to move her ass slowly in circles against my fast hardening meat. I put my arms around her and layed my hands just above her cunt and pult her ass harder to my crotch, my cock tryed to enter her asscheeks but there were to many clothes between us. There we stood, I was horny as hell and my mother seemt dreaming about the stars in the sky, till I felt her hand wrestling between our body’s, she was looking for my hard dick and found it immediately.
She squeezed him tenderly while I lowered my left hand to on her pelvis and moved the other up to catch her right breast. When David Gilmour started his second guitarsolo in that song my mother slowly turnt around and looked me in my eyes. She put her arms around my neck en forced my head gently to hers while I grabt her ass. We saw only love in each other eyes and we started to kiss. Our tongues danced there own song; the kiss was perfect, so deep, full off love, so tender and it ended at the moment that David Gilmour ended his solo. 60.000 people clapt theyre hands for a standing ovation and for a second I thought they were clapping for us.
“Rita, I want to fuck you,” I whispered in her ears. “I have to fuck you, I allway’s wanted to fuck you but tonight it shall happens.”
She kept looking in my eyes and still had her loving look in her eyes. “Yes Roger, yes my son, tonight is the night. I want to fuck you to, and whe are going to fuck, after the show.” Pink Floyd started to play the next song and we started our second kiss.
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We were allway’s close, my mother and I. Sinds my sixteenth I calded her by her first name, Rita, and she liked it. In her opinion people had to communicated openly witch each other and using first names could be a big help. She was realy a hippie in the sixties and in some kind of way she didn’t changed. I never undertood why my parents become a couple because they are totaly differend people. My mother alway’s had an open mind, she was progressive, she had most of the time a good mood and above all; she was very attractive and sexy. She had long, red, curly hear, she was slender with a nice pear of tits and a perfect bottom for tight jeans.
My father was a closed personality, conservative, alway’s dresst in a suite, even when he didn’t worked and he hated popmusic. He was the manager off the local postoffice. A good job but he worked 12 hours on an day, but his work was his hobby. In his freetime he collected stamps.
The guestroom upstairs was my mothers privateroom. She had there more than 1500 old vinylrecords and the most of them where from the sixties. She had everything from that time; of cours the welknown bands like Rolling Stones, The Beatles, Beachboys, but she had so much more. Greatfull Death, The Gods, Pearls before swine, West Coast Popart Experimentelband; you name it, she has it. But her most favorite was Pink Floyd. In that room she gave me my musical education and there we became friends, friends who thrust each other. I told her my thoughts and idea’s about life and she shared her most thoughts with me. I told her about mij girlfriends, even when I fucked a girl or not and she told me about her youth, how many man she has been with. But when I asked her how for Godsake she married my father she dind’nt answer. She made some kind of joke about it and sayd that I wouldn’t be around when she never met him.
But there was more, she learnt me to play guitar and she intoduced me to smoke pot, ‘Red Libanon’ was her favorite and it only made me hotter for her
Like friends we went together sometime to the theatre, we did make trips to the Capitol City and I became more and more horny about her. I compared every girl I had with Rita and they were chanceless. I masturbated every day with her on my mind and pretented that she was sucking my cock, drinking my cum and after that I fucked her with my full 8 inches. Ik kept hoping and dreaming.... maybe some day. I never did found out or she had the hots on me and I was to shy to make a move on her, until the day she came triumphantic with the two tickets for this concert. She told me about a Pink Floyd concert she saw way back in 1974. After that concert she became pregment of me, she giggled. That’s why I had to come with her to this concert, we both knew this would be our big night.
“Believe it or not, but we were in love, your father and I,” she said to me when we drove to Rotterdam. “Also in that time we were differend people but love is unpredictable, I think. And we had both a high sexual drive.” I smiled for her words and couldn’t imagine to see my father as a lover. He loved his work and his stamps, nothing more.
“And he let me go my own way, he never interfered in my lifestyle and he didn’t mind how I raised you. He is not a asshole.”
“Come on Rita, when was the last time you made love with him?” Now it was her turn to smile. “Years ago. In fact, and now I tell you a secret, the last four years he’s impotent and it’s through; I don’t love him more. But as I said, love is unpredictable.” She send her sweetest smile to me, it was the first time that evening that I had an erection, but Rita was’nt ready with her story.
“After that concert in 1974 he made me pregnant, we slept that night in Hilton hotel nearby the concert. Maybe you know by now why your name is Roger.” So that was the little secret beween Pink Floyd and me.
