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When Carol turned 18 her dad and me got her tickets to see Love in Vain, her absolute favorite band. As long as I can remember her room has been covered in posters, photos, and press clippings with the emo band.
Carol has a crush on them forever, even though she has never met them, and never will.
But they were coming to our city, to play the hockey arena on her actual birthday. Carol and her friend Sam had tried to get tickets, but they sold out in 11 minutes and she had been devastated.
Luckily her dad had managed to buy two from his job. It had been very expensive but she is our everything, and just seeing how happy she got when she opened the present had made it all worth it.
We got hugs and kisses before she frantically started texting her best friend Sam.
But there was one big problem.
Sam was in bed sick.
Both girls were crying on the phone and I felt so bad for them.
Carol laid down the phone on her bed and looked at me with very serious eyes.
“Mom! You need to go to the show with me!”
It was exactly what I was afraid she was going to say. I don’t even like Love In Vain, four men in eyeliner, spiky black hair, tattoos, and ripped clothes. I was gonna have some fun with Matt, my husband, using the fact that we were alone.
We were going through a rough patch, with him working too much and me not accepting that I was 40. I had bought some nice new underwear and was really excited about having some sex with my husband.
But Carol’s bug eyes pleaded with me and I know how much this meant to her. I turned to Matt and saw the disappointment in his face, but like me, he would do anything for our daughter. And before I had time to answer he did.
“Of course she will, darling. I’ll even let you use my credit card to buy some new clothes”.
Carol was so happy and again hugged both of us before we lost her to the phone and texting.
Me and Matt walked into the kitchen and poured some coffee.
“I had really been looking forward to some alone time with you”, I said to my husband.
“I know baby, me too. But I didn’t know what to do. Did you see how crushed she was?”
“I did and I am happy you told her I would go with. But I don’t even like them”, I started to laugh.
“You will get through it and maybe we can have some fun when you come home. They can’t play for that long, can they?”
“Omg I hope not”, I laughed again.
He leaned over and kissed me and it felt so good. Everything had been so rushed and stressed the last couple of months and we had no time for ourselves. And the few times we did, we were too tired and stressed and worn out.
But this time we were both relaxed and happy after making our daughter’s day. Our lips met and right away I got that tingle in my body I always seem to get with Matt. He slid his tongue into my mouth and grabbed my hair. God I wish we were alone.
Matt slipped his hand in under my t-shirt and let his hand play over my heavy breast. I had not put on a bra yet and his fingers playing with my nipple got me instantly wet. I kissed him harder and our tounges played and I sucked his lip and slid my hand up his strong back.
“Get a room you two!”
We quickly broke the kiss and our daughter was standing in the kitchen doorway. She was smiling and looking at us.
“Did you mean what you said about the credit card, dad?”
“Of course, baby! Do you need it now?”
“If it’s ok?”, she looks at him with her big blue eyes and I know she has him wrapped around her finger.
Matt gets up and gets his wallet, he hands her the credit card, which I am sure will be glowing hot when she is done with it, and she hugs him and gives him a big sloppy kiss.
“You are the best dad!”
The moment is broken and Matt leaves to get dressed for work, and I start putting away the breakfast. Not sure what I am going to wear tonight, but then again it does not really matter, it is not my night.
It’s Carol’s.
Maybe I should introduce myself.
My name is Jill, I am a 40-year-old blonde with clear blue eyes. I am 5’7 and have some curves. I keep in shape but have a bigger round butt and 34DD breasts that I am very proud of. And that my husband Matt loves to play with.
I work as a realtor and I am pretty successful at that. I don’t sell any of the big mansions, but more affordable smaller houses to new couples. I love my job and I like to think I am very good at it.
When Carol got home she was carrying several bags and I don’t even know what the bill will be. But Matt promised and I can’t blame her for using it. We both took showers and went our separate ways to get ready.
I put on some descret make-up and let my hair out, it’s not that long but I like the way it looks when I kinda just leave it. I had no idea how to dress, I can’t even remember the last time I went to a concert.
College?
I finally picked a pair of tight jeans and a button shirt. I think I looked nice.
But that is when Carol came in, wearing a yenimahalle escort robe and lots of make-up. Lots of black around the eyes and hot red lipstick.
“Are you wearing that?”
I get insecure and look at myself in the mirror.
“That was my plan yes”.
“No, mom. You need to look hot tonight”.
Maybe not hot, but I thought I looked good. I turned to her.
“What do you mean, hot? It’s just a concert, right?”
“Mom, we need to get backstage! Me and Sam had this whole plan”.
I am not sure I want to hear this, but I ask anyway.
“Plan?”
“Well, at least make out with someone in the band!”
“And this is possible?” I honestly don’t know what to say. I feel so naive and also slightly scared. I do not want to be a part of this.
“Of course, mom. You dress up and try to make sure that someone from the band or the roadies sees you and invites you backstage. Maybe I get to meet someone in the band”.
This sounds all very sketchy and I am partly afraid that it will succeed and partly scared that she will be crushingly disappointed. How do you even get seen in an arena?
Carol starts going through my closet and looking through my clothes.
“You need to at least show off your tits a bit mom. I have A cups so you need to cover for me”, she laughs and starts pulling out some things.
Carol does have A cups but they are perfect for her body. She is very petite with long blonde hair and blue eyes like me. She has a small round butt and small breasts and long legs. I think she can probably get any guy she wants.
“What is this?” She held up my bag from Victoria’s Secret that I bought to wear for her dad tonight.
“Please put that back, it’s just something I bought”.
She looks at me with a big smile and opens the bag and brings it out. I know I should not be embarrassed in front of my daughter and it is nothing to be embarrassed about, just some sexy underwear.
But still, I blush.
It’s a white see-through lace push-up bra, a pair of see-through white lace thongs, and a pair of white stockings with lace on top. Matt loves when I wear stockings and I wanted to surprise him.
Carol has a huge grin on her face.
“Moooom! I love this! When did you get this?”
“Yesterday”, I say, and don’t really know where to look.
“You HAVE to wear this tonight!!! We will totally get backstage, but what else?” She pulls out some more things and makes some decisions. She hands me a black skirt and a black top with a generous v at the top that I have never been comfortable wearing.
“Here, this will look great! And I know exactly what to wear to match”.
She runs off and I sit there on the bed looking at my clothes. What have I gotten myself into? I take off my towel and look myself in the mirror, I think I still look good for my age, but turning 40 definitely put a dent in my self-confidence. My tits are not as perky anymore, but they still look good and my body is not as firm. But I have a nice ass and I think I look ok. I let my hands cup my breasts and I push them up slightly and turn around to look at my ass. It is big for sure, but it is still firm and round and I think I look good in a skirt.
That is when the door opens again and Carol rushes in. She stops and looks at me.
“Nice mom, looking good! And yes we need to show off those tits! But you need to shave!” She looks at my vagina and I look down too. I have what some refer to as a mound, and I trim it closely and shave the bikini line but that is all.
“What do you mean?” I look confused at her.
“No one has hair anymore. What does dad think about that?”
“He has never said anything”.
“Well, you need to shave before we go”.
“I don’t understand, honey. Who would see if I am shaved or not?”
“It doesn’t matter mom, it’s an attitude, and it will make you feel prettier”.
“I doubt it”, I mumble. But I go into the bathroom and take out my razor. I really can not believe I am doing it. But maybe she is right, maybe Matt will like it. I do it for him, I tell myself, while I cover my vagina in shaving cream and start to shave away my hair.
When I look myself in the mirror after I must admit that it looks pretty good. Weird but good. And it feels strange too. So naked and exposed, but I guess that is the point. I slip on my lace thongs and my push-up bra and make sure that my tits are ok in it. They look huge now and I guess that is also the point.
I slide on my stockings and I must admit that they look good on me, I have always liked wearing stockings and it does something to your confidence. I pull on the skirt Carol picked, and it is short but not too short and kinda classy, a tight black skirt that just covers the lace at the top of my stockings. The top is a tight black thing with a very plunging neckline, I am seriously afraid my tits will fall out. Well, she will be happy at least.
I go out in the living room pour two glasses of white wine and wait yeşilköy escort for Carol. I am on my second glass when she comes out and I am happy I did not have any wine in my mouth. Because she is not wearing a lot.
It is a white very short, VERY tight dress if you can call it that. It is so short I can see the bottom of her panties and when she turns around I am afraid her butt will show because the dress is fighting against gravity to glide up and expose everything. She is wearing high heels and obviously, not a bra because I can see her nipples clearly and the outline of her small breasts. She is wearing a lot of black around her eyes, and lipstick, and her hair is in two braids. I know she is 18 but somehow she manages to look younger. And older. At the same time.
She bends over to fix something on her high heels and the dress finally loses against gravity and glides up her back. I thought she was wearing thongs, but I was wrong, it is a tiny g-string that barely covers anything. She quickly pulls down the dress, downs her wine, and looks at me.
“The cab is here, let’s go!”
I wish I could say the concert was good.
It was interesting. The audience was going crazy the whole time and I would guess that 80% were girls, dressed like my daughter. It was very loud, with fun lights and tons of confetti. Carol is so happy after and we have had waaay too many drinks and I am honestly pretty drunk, and so is my daughter.
We make our way down to the stage when people start leaving the venue and Carol holds my hand and drags me through the crowd. When we are almost at the side of the stage she stops and looks at me. She grabs my tits and pushes them up, pulls down my neckline some more, and touches up my hair.
“Ok, mom, we need to get backstage, ok?”
“Ok”, I say but I have no idea what I am doing or why.
We go up to the guards and they look us both over, my daughter’s tiny so-called dress and my tits fighting to get out. My skirt has glided up a bit and before I can do anything about it I can see that the lace on my stockings is showing below the skirt.
The guard waves us in and another guy takes us into a room behind the stage. It is just a dressing room with benches, but it has a table filled with alcohol, fruits, and drugs. The man makes two drinks and gives us and tells us to wait.
Carol takes her in one sweep and pours another.
“Should we do some blow mom?” she looks at me and points at the lines of cocaine on the table.
She is so drunk that she sways a little and I feel the room spinning a bit myself. So I blame that as I nod and go over to the table.
I have never done any drugs and I doubt Carol has either because we totally fail. Most go in our faces or blow away over the table and we start laughing. But some must have entered my nose because I start to feel better and more daring and more adventurous. So when another man comes in and gets me and asks Carol to stay I just go with him.
He takes me to a big open area behind the stage where there are constantly people going by pushing big boxes or carrying lights or pieces of the stage. He tells me to wait by a pillar and leaves.
Someone who looks like a manager with a walkie-talkie and an iPad comes by and looks me over.
“You are a bit old to be a groupie”. He says and stares at my tits.
“Is that your daughter back there?”
I nod and try to figure out what is happening.
“Well, we can get the two of you to see the band quickly, but you know how this works. So if you just stand here I will send some of the roadies by and when you are done I’m sure you can see the band”.
He leaves, and I have no idea what just happened.
Two big hairy men in t-shirts, dirty jeans, tattoos, and long hair come by. They look me over and unbutton their pants and take out their cocks. There are a lot of people around us and no one seems to care. This is obviously something that happens all the time. And still, I do not have any idea what is going on. I have never been backstage and I am really drunk and have an electric buzz soaring through my body from the cocaine.
But I think of Carol and how happy she is tonight and how much this means to her, and I quickly figure out what is going on. I make a quick decision and decide that I will do these two and no more and that should be enough.
I get down on my knees and the first guy slips his hard cock into my mouth. I suck his head and start working his shaft with my hand. I let my tongue play over the cock and give him one of the blow jobs that Matt really enjoys. I take it down deep and then suck on the head and the whole time work it with my hand. The other guy is standing next to us stroking his cock and the whole situation is so surreal that I have a hard time getting a grip on it. He cums in my mouth and I try to swallow before the next cock enters. It is bigger and he is rougher. He grabs my hair and slowly fucks my mouth, I let him and figure yeşilyurt escort that it will go faster this way. I can not believe I am doing this but again, I am telling myself I am doing this for my daughter.
The other guy shoots his cum in my mouth and it’s not as much as the first one and I manage to swallow all of it and am just about to get up when two more guys are standing there. I get a cock in my mouth again and before I even react he is fucking my mouth and holding my hair hard. This one lasts longer and I make some gagging noises he totally disregards. He fills my mouth with cum and it really is too much, but his friend quickly enters my mouth and he is gentler, which is nice. I suck his cock but I am getting tired and it’s harder but he finally cums and I swallow yet another load of cum.
More men keep stopping by and the people around us still don’t care, some stop to watch but soon move on and keep taking down the stage. Before I am done I have totally lost count of how many cocks I’ve sucked and how many loads I’ve swallowed. But I think it is 11.
My knees are red and my mouth is sore and I am given a beer that a drain standing up. I have so much cum in my stomach and I have a hard time realizing what I just did.
I am not ready to deal with whatever reason I have for doing what I did. I am a married 40-year-old mom who has never cheated and only had sex with three men in her life. One which is the husband that she loves very much.
I get lead on unsteady legs back to the room where Carol is. I have no idea how much time has passed, I am still too drunk, too high.
Too horny?
I don’t know anymore. All I know is that I have swallowed a lot of cum.
The man open the door and gently push me in and close it behind me. And I just stand there. Still.
Staring.
I hear the moans, and I see what is happening, but I can’t take it in.
My daughter, who turned 18 this morning, is on all four on the sofa with one cock in her mouth and one in her pussy. There are two heavily tattooed men on each side of her. I recognize both from the concert as the singer and the guitar player. They are fucking her, one by her head and one behind her. Two other men, looking the same, probably the drummer and the bass player, are drinking from bottles and stroking their cocks watching.
“Mom’s here!”
I look up from my daze and see two naked men walk up to me. They both have big cocks they are slowly stroking and one hands me a drink, while the other starts touching my hair and shoulders. Carol is so busy with her two men that I am not sure she even noticed I’m here.
“Here take some E”, one guy says and he sticks out his tongue and shows me a white pill on the top of it. He kisses me deeply and urges me to drink some from the glass. It’s pure vodka and swallow it with the pill.
They lead me over to the sofa and before I know it my top and my skirt are on the floor. I get comments on my big tits and my stockings, and I might be kissing one of the guys fucking my daughter. But I am not sure because everything is so confusing and my body is just responding to all of this and my head has just been hit with the hammer that is the E. A heat spreads with the drug throughout my body, and I feel electric and buzzing, my nipples are rockhard and my pussy is wet, and yes I am kissing the man fucking my daughter’s teen mouth, and I feel a hand in my panties and it feels so good on my newly shaved bald pussy. And my pussy lips are electric too, and I want to taste something, anything. And I do not know if that was just a thought or if I said it out loud, but both men pull out their big cocks from Carol and walk away, and someone takes off my bra and my thongs and lay me down on my back under my daughter who stands on all four and pant loudly.
Carol’s pussy is wide open from the giant cock that just fucked her and it is right over my face and she moves it down to my mouth and she tastes like cock, salt, and vanilla.
I eagerly eat her young pussy, and it’s a first for me, I have not even kissed a woman before, but she tastes so good and my body craves sex, I am so turned on I almost black out.
Carol lowers her mouth to my pussy and when she starts licking me I start moaning and I push my pussy against her mouth, and I see one of the men drip some lube on her ass and start fucking her asshole with two fingers. Carol is yelping in my pussy but it’s muffled because she is so deep in me with her tongue. And when I look up I see a huge cock, glistening from the lube entering her tight asshole and starting to fuck her. She can’t focus on eating my pussy anymore, she just lays there with her face covered in my pussy juice.
But I am eating her pussy and licking the balls of the man fucking her ass when he suddenly pulls it out and forces it into my mouth. He starts fucking me deep in my throat and I can taste Carol’s ass on his cock. Someone shows a cock in her mouth too and I can hear her gagging violently while fucks her face roughly.
The man in my mouth starts cumming and I swallow load after load of cum. He pulls it out and I am panting.
Someone moves me to the side and I watch while another guy takes my spot under Carol and starts fucking her pussy while a man fucks her mouth. More lube is applied and a third man enters her ass and starts fucking her.