The deafening roar of the crowd echoed through the dense forest as they cheered for Martin. Martin tried not to focus on how those naked bodies bounced in that open lush meadow. However, his eyes glanced down at his sister's naked ass as she stood in front of the microphone. Her full, thin, plump lips curved into a smile as she looked back at him. Her hand waving to him to take the stand once again.
"Come on, I want to hear you sing again," Michelle said winking at him.
"Yes, do sing for me baby," Christen purred as she draped her lewd, vivacious, naked body long the left side of her son's body. "Your mother loves it when you sing," she blew gently into his ear. Knowing how her breasts were teasing his chest.
"Encore! Encore!" the crowd chanted as they all waited for the next song.
"Martin. Sing!" Rachel's voice could be heard over the joyous crowd.
Michelle moved off to the side as Martin moved up to the microphone. His finger scrolled down the list of songs on the display monitor. Gooseflesh rose along his skin as his sister's hands ran up his back.
"You have no idea how wet your voice makes me," Michelle whispered into Martin's ear, "I can't wait until we get back to our cabin. Then I'm going to show you my appreciation for singing for me," she said lightly kissing the back of Martin's neck before moving off to join her mother. The crowd went silent as the intro blared through the speakers.
"Last night a little dancer came dancin' to my door." Martin began to sing lightly bouncing on his feet. His deep baritone voice caused the crowd to rush to the stage. To his surprise Rachel was there along with Janis pushing to get the spot right in front of the microphone. "Last night a little angel came pumping at my door." Martin sang mimicking Billy Idol's arm movements. "She said, come on baby, I got a license for love. And if it expires, pray help from above. Because..."
"In the midnight hour she cried, more, more, more." His hips swayed as Martin danced from foot to foot. "With a rebel yell she cried, more, more, more." Pointing the microphone towards the crowd as they sang along.
"She don't like slavery, she won't sit and beg. But, when I'm tired and lonely she sees me to bed. What set you free and bought you to me, babe. What sets you free, I need you here by me. Because..." Martin smirked as the crowd sang the verse.
"He lives in his own heaven. Collects it to go from the seven eleven. Well he's out all night to collect a fare. Just so long, just so long, it don't mess up his hair." Martin nearly took a step back as the older women squealed in delight as he ran his hand through his hair. The way they were looking at him and his elongated manhood made him wonder if he would survive the night. "I walked the ward with you, babe. A thousand mile with you," he sang pointing out to the crowd as his arm moved over the group.
"Martin, let me touch it!" Janis pleaded as she bucked against Rachel.
"I dried your tears of pain, babe," knelling as he kept to the beat. His eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets at the hordes of hands that fought to touch his manhood. However, it was Janis who was a little sneak and took half of his cock into her mouth. "A million miles for you." Martin had no idea how he kept his voice steady as Janis placed a kiss on the tip of his head before Rachel pulled her off. "I sell my soul for you, babe. For money to burn for you," noticing how the women's eyes were always on his glistening cock. "I'd give you all and have none, babe. Justa, justa, justa, justa have you here by me." Martin caught Carrie playing with her breasts, her tongue running along her lips before blowing Martin a kiss. "Because..." Martin sang tilting his head back moving the microphone away from his mouth.
"In the midnight hour she cried more, more, more. With a rebel yell," his mother and sister quickly moved up to side.
"We cried more, more, more," they sang before dancing beside him.
"In the midnight hour, babe, more, more, more," Martin again returning to the arm movements he had seen Billy Idol perform. "With a rebel yell," moving the microphone away from his lips.
"We cried more, more, more," his mother and sister sang in unison.
"I know I be," Mrs. Anderson shouted out.
"Oh yeah little angel. She want more. More, more, more, more, more," Martin sang bringing the song to a close.
"Oh Martin!" his mother and sister threw their arms him.
"Thank you, for sing for us, my sweet boy," Christen purred her nose nuzzling along his neck.
"Oh yes, my this is as stiff as a board," Michelle said her finger slipped off the head of his cock causing it to spring back. Ensuing a round of "Whoo hoos!" from the crowd that pressed against the stage.
"Do it spray us!" the crowd of women chanted.
"Should we Mom?" Michelle asked with a coy smirk.
"Well ladies, do you want to be covered in my son's cum?!" Christen asked taking the microphone from her son.
"Yes!" the crowd answered.
"Well, you heard them baby," Christen said leading her son by his cock back to the edge of the stage.
"Relax Martin, give your fans what they want," Michelle said turning his chin towards her. Alternating between kissing as she and her mother stroked him off together.
"Oh fuck," Martin moaned.
"Yes stroke that cock," Janis shouted her arms raised trying to get another touch of Martin's tool.
"Look at them baby," Christrn whispered lustfully into her son's ear. "Look at all those women that just wants to be covered in this things hot spunk," she purred before tugging on his ear. "This cock has been so naughty since we have been here, I think I'm going to have to fuck it once we get back to our cabin."
