This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person or persons, living or dead, except for historical figures, is purely coincidental.
This story contains graphic depictions of sex, drugs, and rock and roll.
Copyright 2014 by the author.
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It was late summer 1969 and I had just turned 18. I had recently graduated high school, and was planning to go to college in the fall, partly for the education, but mostly for the draft deferment.
I thought high school was a drag, and was glad to be done with it, partly because my mom was a teacher at my school. Talk about embarrassing, and the worst part was that she tried to act like a teenager instead of a grown-up. She had been dressing like a flower child for the past year, and was always borrowing my albums and playing them in her room late at night. She was trying her best to be cool, but how cool could she be? She was my mom, you dig what I'm sayin'?
She knew that I wanted to go to the big music festival being held upstate, so I was pleasantly surprised when my birthday present was two tickets. The bummer was that she insisted on using one of the tickets herself.
"It'll be fun. Nobody will know I'm your mom, just tell them I'm your 'old lady'." she said with a sly grin.
Great. I finally get to go to a big happening, and mom's going to be there to harsh my mellow. I could have gotten any of the cool chicks I knew to go with me if mom wasn't so determined to go.
So there we were, on a bus with a bunch of other hippies, stuck in a traffic jam miles long. It was Friday afternoon, August 15th, and the bands were supposed to start at 5 pm or so. While we waited on the bus, somebody passed a joint down the aisle. I took it from the guy in front of me, but seeing the disapproving look on mom's face, I passed it back without taking a toke.
'Nice party' I thought. 'No girls, no weed, and no fun.'
After several hours on the bus without moving an inch, some of the kids made the driver let them out so they could walk to the festival. By this time there were plenty of people walking past us, so mom said we should walk too. I was getting bored sitting on the bus, so I agreed and soon we were walking the final five miles.
We had both brought a sleeping bag and an extra blanket, and I had a knapsack with some fresh fruit and assorted canned food. Luckily I also brought a lightweight two man tent, just in case it rained.
We finally made it inside and there was already music in the air. Richie Havens opened the show and was playing some Beatles covers. The band looked tiny from the hillside, but everybody seemed to be having a groovy time, so we picked a spot and rolled out a blanket on the grass. Within ten minutes of sitting down, a cool looking chick walked by with a brown paper bag in her hands.
"Who needs a sugarcube?" she said to no one in particular.
"That sounds nice. I could use something for my sweet tooth." I heard mom saying. Before I could stop her, mom popped a cube in her mouth and held one in her hand for me.
I took the sugarcube from her hand and put it in my mouth. 'This might turn out to be a good time after all' I mused, tasting the slightly bitter LSD underneath the sweetness of the sugar. I thought I should tell mom what she had just taken, and what to expect, but I was still pissed that she had insisted on crashing my party, so I figured I'd just let her take the trip. I couldn't stop it now anyway, we'd both swallowed our dose.
Acid's a funny thing. You take a hit, either on a piece of paper, or a sugarcube, and then nothing happens. You feel perfectly normal for about 45 minutes, then you start getting upset that you got ripped off because nothing's happening. Just when you decide that nothing's going to happen, it happens. Slowly at first, things start to look a little... different. Your skin feels funny, like you're cold, even though you're not, and the whole world seems to just... It's hard to explain, and everybody reacts in their own way, but you know you're on a trip unlike anything you've ever experienced.
The sun was dropping below the horizon when my trip started. I looked around at all the other people in the crowd, wondering if they knew. Knew what? I couldn't really say, but somebody in this crowd must know.
"Oh my, I feel flushed all of a sudden." I thought I heard mom say, although my memory isn't that precise. I do remember just sitting there, letting the music wash over me while I watched a cute couple making out a few yards away. Then a naked guy strolled by, his soft cock swinging back and forth, his long blond hair flowing out behind his head.
"Oh my god, Jeffrey. That man is... he's... oh my word."
I started laughing at the absurdity and pointlessness of it all, the whole thing man, plus the look on my dear sweet mother's face, well I didn't know what to think, but it sure seemed funny just the same.
The band really started grooving up on stage, I think it was Ravi Shankar, and I looked over to see that mom was on her feet, dancing. She had her hands over her head, and her body seemed to be moving like a serpent. Her hips and shoulders were moving rhythmically from front to back, her flower print skirt was waving like a flag in a light breeze. The naked blonde guy walked by again, but this time he stopped briefly to dance with my mom. I thought she'd slap him for swinging his cock in front of her like that, but she kept dancing like nothing unusual was happening. Naked guy smiled before moving on, back to wherever he was going. I think it rained some during that first night, but again, my memory isn't too precise.
Time's a funny thing when you're tripping, so I can't say how long mom was dancing before I looked over at her and saw that she'd taken her shirt off. She hadn't been wearing a bra, so her ample boobs were swaying from side to side as she moved her hips. I looked around and saw several other chicks dancing topless, some were even fully nude, and it seemed like the most normal thing in the world. I decided to take my shirt off, so I sat up and pulled it over my head, then I lay on my back, listening to the music and looking at the stars. Arlo Guthrie was on stage now, playing one of my favorites, 'Coming into Los Angeles'.
"Was there something in that sugarcube?" I heard mom's voice in my ear, and felt her nipples pressing against my chest.
"What do you think?" I couldn't help laughing, even with my mom's naked tits pressed against me.
"I feel strange, are you OK? What's so funny?" she asked.
Still laughing, I reached out and put my fingers on her bare nipples. I pinched them gently, and then she started laughing.
"Stop that!" she said while still laughing. "Seriously, I feel funny." she stopped laughing and looked at me.
"I think you feel beautiful." I pulled her close and kissed her on the lips, running my hands up and down the smooth skin on her naked back.
"Oh Jeffrey." she moaned, then she kissed me back, pushing her tongue between my lips.
I don't know if it was the acid, my hormones, or just the wild scene all around us, but for the first time in my life, I saw my mother as a sexually attractive woman. She had a decent figure, a little pudgy, but her tits were nice and full, and she had large brown areolas and big nipples that stood straight out.
While we lay on our sides kissing, I looked over and saw a couple next to us making love. In the dim light, I could just make out the guys cock disappearing into his chick's hairy pussy. There were naked people everywhere, so it seemed perfectly normal for me to pull mom's long skirt up so I could get my hand underneath.
She kept kissing me and made no attempt to stop me as my hand moved up her silky smooth thigh, all the way to her most private area. Her snatch was wet, and the wetness was very slippery on my fingers. I teased her lips briefly, before sliding my index finger in. I heard her moaning in my ear, and felt her hands on my belt, trying to unbuckle it. I took my hand from her pussy and rolled on my back so I could help her get my belt and blue jeans off. As soon as they were clear of my bare feet, I pushed her skirt up around her waist and rolled over on top of her. She opened her legs for me and I plunged right in.
It didn't seem real, here I was tripping hard, and balling this beautiful older woman. Somehow the fact that she was my mom wasn't important at that time. I was there, and she was there, and that's all there was to it. Looking back on it now, it does seem weird to have had sex with my mom for the first time in the middle of a crowd of nearly half a million people, but hey, free love and all that, right?
One of the effects of LSD is that it makes it difficult for a man to get an erection, and even more difficult to climax, so once my cock got hard, I was able to fuck for literally hours. Mom didn't seem to mind, and she had no trouble getting her groove on. I'd fuck her for a while, then I'd just hold inside her, taking a break to catch my breath, then I'd resume pounding into her wet pussy.
While we were fucking, somebody passed me a joint. This time, I took a big hit, then offered it to mom. She shook her head, but didn't scold me for smoking, like she might have if I wasn't buried balls deep in her cunt. I passed the joint on to the couple next to us, and resumed stroking my cock in my mother's pussy.
