There are other concert series' stories, but they're all standalone. Better in sequence for story and life reasons, but perfectly fine by themselves. Enjoy!
Once again, I found myself traveling for a concert. This time, it was up to Los Angeles for Pop Evil. I wasn’t exactly in a good mood, either, since the weather prevented me from riding my motorcycle up from San Diego. It was just cold enough and there was just enough threat of rain that I opted to rent a car rather than just ride my Harley. Which sucked, because it took four hours to get to the venue, which made me miss the first band in the lineup. But at least I was safe and comfortable, right?
So I get into the Regent Theater in LA, park across the street and avoid getting scammed by someone wearing an official-looking t-shirt asking for $20 in cash for parking by using the machine nearby for the same purpose, and grumble to myself as I get inside. After a quick bathroom stop, I had my can of Liquid Death and am getting up to the barrier just in time for Return to Dust to hit the stage. They surprised me with how good they were, and I found myself rocking out with the others around me.
My vest garnered some attention as it usually did, and I showed off the new patches I had on there, as well as talked about the upcoming shows I’d be attending, too. The guy named Sam was a little drunk, but still cool about things, and we talked for a while. Then I talked with the guy who was at least sixty or seventy with a mohawk (And a three-piece suit, nonetheless!), and I decided I needed to be at least that cool at some point in my life. Never did get his name, but he was awesome.
That conversation naturally led into a new one with a pair of pretty girls nearby, also angling for the front barrier. I quickly learned that one’s name was Leah while the other one’s name was Savannah. Leah was 39 years old, just a couple years younger than me, and was apparently Savannah’s mom. Caught me off-guard with that, but hey! Any parent who brings their kid to a rock show is doing something right, I figure. Savannah was about as tall as her mother, talked like she was fairly well educated, and had a mature attitude for the most part. I mean, like me, she was excited and fangirling about the bands, but we all do that, don’t we?
Once the second band had finished, the ladies excused themselves to the restroom, so I held their place at the barrier for them. They returned a few minutes later, Leah with a drink that she wasn’t sharing with her kid, so I knew then that Savannah wasn’t 21, but I figured she was 18 or 19, anyway. We made more small talk about our favorite bands, including the discovery that this was Savannah’s first real concert, and she had wanted to see Return to Dust and Pop Evil for a long time. I congratulated her on the occasion, and that was when Devour the Day took the stage.
The next thirty minutes was a great thrash-fest, followed by a little more small-talk between me, Leah, and Savannah. Told them where I was from, and how it had taken twice as long to get there, more of my favorite bands, things like that. Before I knew it, Pop Evil was taking the stage and it was time to GO, especially with two of my favorite songs of theirs: Paranoid (Crash & Burn) and Let The Chaos Reign. I even helped Savannah get a pick thrown from the guitarist while managing to keep the mosh pit from smashing us all against the barrier.
All too soon, the show was over and people were heading out. I usually stick around behind to see if I can get a drumstick, a setlist, or another pick. Savannah had to use the restroom, but Leah stayed nearby to be easy to find, and apparently, allowed us a moment to talk in relative private.
“So I couldn’t exactly say this with Savannah around, but I did want to give you this,” Leah said as she handed me a small plastic card. I looked at it, and it appeared to be a key for the nearby DoubleTree hotel. I looked up at her in surprise. She continued speaking. “You’re one of the coolest guys I’ve met in a long time, and it’d be great to see you again. But I can’t exactly advertise to my daughter that I want to take a guy home.”
At that, I smiled. “Oh, I can give her a reasonable explanation for me tagging along. It is LA, after all. And this isn’t exactly a safe neighborhood.” She nodded at that, accepting it. “We won’t be able to do anything until after she’s asleep, of course.” I nodded, myself. I know I’d never want to see, hear, or even know about either of my parents getting physical with anyone at all, let alone in the same building.
Right about then, Savannah returned and asked if her mother was ready to go. I managed to snag the Pop Evil setlist while they chatted, and turned around just in time to hear Leah telling Savannah that I would be accompanying them back to the hotel. I chimed in. “Yeah, it’s not really a safe neighborhood here, so I’ll get you back to the hotel safely. In return, your mother is allowing me to spend the night on the pull-out couch so I don’t have to drive back to San Diego tonight. Which I appreciate, by the way.” They both nodded and smiled, and then we were out the door.
In my rented car, I followed them back to their hotel, and once we were inside, it was a surprisingly quiet elevator trip up to the eighth floor, though I was getting the discreet side-eye from Leah. It was difficult to act normal. A short walk later, we were in the room and setting things up for the night. Leah convinced Savannah to take a shower, which gave us a bit of alone time again.
Unlike the last time, I was carrying a couple of condoms with me just in case something happened, which made Leah happy. So I put them in the drawer of the dresser beneath the TV in the main room for the moment, and then Leah and I were starting to kiss. Her lips were exceptionally soft against mine, and almost immediately, I found my hands sliding around her waist.
I pulled her in firmly for a moment, but just as my hands were sliding down over her backside, she reached down to grab them while pulling back. “As much as I want to keep doing that, we can’t until my daughter’s asleep.” I took a deep breath and pushed down my desire, nodding. I understood. “I should probably take a shower before bed, too. You can go ahead of me, if you want, that way you two can settle in while I’m in there.” She nodded and went about unpacking a few of their toiletries.
A short time later, Savannah was out of the shower and wrapped in a towel as she headed into the small bedroom attached to the main part, and Leah was in the bathroom firing up the shower. I hadn’t planned on spending the night anywhere, so I didn’t have any extra clothes, toothpaste, or anything with me. But I did kick off my boots and socks, and put my vest to the side for picking up in the morning. It only took a few minutes for me to pull out the bed from the couch, and then I was sitting down and watching TV for the time Leah was in the shower.
Savannah came out of her room a few minutes later, dressed in a pair of sweat pants and a light t-shirt. I moved to the pull-out bed and gave her the chair, and we found a channel with Family Guy on it. We laughed a few times and talked about the show in general, but then Leah exited the bathroom in her own yoga pants and shirt, calling out to Savannah that it was time to sleep.
So off they went to the room, closing the door after a goodnight from each of them. Now alone, I spent a solid twenty minutes in the shower, mostly enjoying the hot water on a cold night. The hotel soaps never did get me feeling completely clean, but they sufficed enough. I slid my boxers back and on peeked out the door, finding the main room as deserted as I had left it. I made sure their door was closed before I sidled out of the bathroom and into my bed, pulling the lightweight blanket over myself.
I didn’t know how long it would take for Leah to get Savannah to sleep and to come out, so I watched TV for an episode or two more of Family Guy, then American Dad. Just as I was starting to drift enough to warrant turning off the TV, the bedroom door opened. As you can imagine, I was instantly awake again. I watched in silence as Leah quietly clicked the door closed, then stopped by the dresser to grab the trio of condoms.
She crept over to one side of the bed and laid the items out, then stood there beside me for a moment. I moved the blanket to show her I was already almost naked, then turned and stood in front of her. We kissed again, and this time I felt her practically melt into me. My hands again went to her hips, free to roam as I saw fit. After a light rubbing of her butt, I hefted her t-shirt up and out of the way, letting it fall to the floor.
That was when my lips shifted to her jaw and the side of her neck, meshing myself against her and feeling her now-bare chest against mine. I could hear little moans and sighs of pleasure escaping her lips while I paid her neck more attention, along with my hand sliding over her breast for a teasing touch at her nipple. Her breath was getting heavier by the minute, too. By the time I had crouched and tugged down her yoga pants and stood back up, there was a fire in her eyes as she stared at me.
She hadn’t even put panties on underneath the yoga pants, so now she was entirely naked in front of me. I finally got a good look at her, noting the way her chest was perfectly sized to my hands, and her nipples were already firmed up. Her toned midriff was just begging for attention, and her pubic hair was lightly trimmed to a low length. I slid my fingers through those lower strands on the way down, and I felt the way her entire body shifted at my touch.
I was in a bit of a mood that night, so I spent a couple minutes just stroking the tip of my middle finger along her opening. Back and forth, back and forth. I could feel her body heating up a little more with each passing second, and when I finally slipped a pair of fingertips through those lips of hers, I heard her sigh out again. Her lips met my ear and she let out a quiet whisper: “As much as I want to fuck you like an animal, we have to be relatively quiet or we’ll wake up Savannah.”
Obviously, I didn’t want to do anything that would jeopardize our time together, so I agreed. I’m usually relatively quiet in bed, anyway. She dropped down to her knees and yanked down my boxers, then grasped my mostly-firm shaft around the base. She looked up at me with bedroom eyes as her tongue slid over the tip, then about half of it vanished into her mouth a second later. My eyes closed as she went down, and there was no more wondering if I was hard or not. She spent several long moments stroking me with her lips and tongue before I finally stopped her, saying that if she kept that up for much longer, I wouldn’t be.
She laughed and nodded, lifting herself up and off of me, only to slide her tongue from my base to the tip as she stood up. She leaned into me as we turned in place to allow her to sit on the pull-out and then lie back as she beckoned to me. With a grin, I followed the invitation and climbed over her as we centered ourselves. My hand immediately honed in on her nether region and started to stroke her as we resumed our kissing.
The next few moments were spent attuning ourselves to each other, including plenty of making out like horny teenagers and a bit of not-so-dry humping with my length sliding between the folds of her entrance. Finally, she brought her knees up and encouraged me to move on, so I rose up on my knees and just looked over her. Her hands ripped open one of the condoms and grabbed me to apply it, and a few seconds later, we were both protected against unintended consequences.
I did a little more rubbing of myself against her to make sure that both she and the condom were lubricated enough, then the head of my shaft slid right between her lower lips. It took a short time of gentle wriggling and light thrusts to get it in there, but then we were together at last, punctuated by a moan from each of us.
I took a moment to adapt, much like she did, but after that, I found myself being pushed by her feet against my back. I took that as encouragement to do what we had planned, so I began to move atop her. The condom dulled the sensation a little, of course, but it was still akin to heaven to be inside someone else. Her moans were almost as good as the sex, itself, so I found myself proceeding just a touch too fast for my liking.
I slowed down a little to help preserve the moment, kissing her for a temporary distraction. That always helps, especially when my partner is moving her hips up and down to better experience the act. I straightened up and hooked my hands beneath her knees to lift her hips off of the mattress, then continued to slide through her body at a decent pace.
From this angle, I could also look across her body now that my eyes had adjusted to the dark. Her chest moved heavily, both with breath and from the way I was jostling her with my impacts. Her nearly perfect little breasts heaved with each thrust, and I could tell that her nipples were harder than ever. But more than that, it was the look of lust in her eyes as I took her over and over that ended up getting to me. We’d only been directly engaged for about ten minutes, but I was already prepared to blow everything. She must have seen the look in my eyes.
“Inside me, Jeff,” she said with a smile. We both knew I was wearing a condom, but any man who hears a woman use those words and doesn’t cum immediately might have a problem. The wrapper around my tool surged inside her for a moment as I fired my load into it, leaning over her and grinding my hips against hers with a louder groan than I would have liked. I also watched her eyes roll up into her head as if she could feel me exploding inside her.
I knew she hadn’t quite made it all the way, herself, so as I backed up to let myself slip from her body, I leaned down and stroked my fingers over her clit in rapid succession. She started to writhe almost immediately, and it didn’t take much longer for her entire body to tense and contort as she succumbed to a wracking climax.
I shifted down beside her and leaned into her, giving her a few more kisses. “That was nice,” I told her. “Thanks.” She reached down and took the condom off of my length and held it up for a moment while she kissed me back, then slid off the bed and over to the empty trash can.
“You’re welcome. And thanks for mine, too,” she laughed. She came back and kissed me again, bringing my hand to between her legs. “I need to get back to bed before Savannah wakes up, but thanks again. Maybe I’ll see you in the morning before we check out.”
I nodded and kissed her back, then pulled my boxers on and the blanket up. It didn’t take long at all before I was unconscious and sawing some logs.
I have no idea how long I had been asleep when I felt some movement in the bed with me. I didn’t open my eyes right away, mostly because I wanted to sleep more. Of course, feeling the blanket move down and a hand on my length dissuaded me of that notion fairly quickly. My shaft began to rouse again, especially as I felt a pair of lips on it. I could no longer deny what was happening.
“Needed a little more?” I teased and let out a soft groan as my consciousness returned more swiftly, shifting my hips and gripping against the sheet on the thin mattress. Those lips slid up and down my tool a few times before coming up and off again. Then the weight of a body slid across my thighs, skin to skin. Leah was still nude and ready for more, I could tell.
My hardened cock had her fingers wrapped around it a moment later, angling it upward and rubbing my tip against those luscious lower lips a few times before I slipped right between them and up into the heavenly embrace of her body. She was exceptionally wet, too. She must have been having dreams about me. I heard her voice moan at the beginning, hitching partway through as I speared her. Even as I brushed off the effects of having been asleep, I realized that she hadn’t put a condom on me this time.
I opened my eyes to look up at her and I immediately noticed that she didn’t look quite the same. My eyes focused after a moment and it clicked that Leah wasn’t riding me at all; It was Savannah, instead! I immediately felt my shaft twitch inside her, which caused her to let out a soft moan. She looked down at me with a lustful smile just as she lifted her hips and brought them back down.
“Savannah! What the fuck are you doing?!” She immediately pressed her hand over my mouth, shushing me at the same time. Her eyes locked on mine while her body lifted and fell again, once more driving me into her core.
“Be quiet or you’ll wake up my mom!” she hissed through clenched teeth. She waited until I nodded before she lifted her hand from my mouth, even as she continued to ride me. It was slow and deliberate, the way her body catered to mine. I let out another moan of bliss when she thumped down against me, my manhood filling the majority of her likely-teenage channel.
I stifled another groan in my throat as she performed, her hands moving to my chest so that she could lean forward and move just a bit faster. That made me let out yet another sound of enjoyment while she carried me off into the proverbial sunset. ‘Fuck,’ I thought to myself. I had managed to fuck both a mother and a daughter in the same night, likely within a few hours of each other. Most men could only dream of moments like these.
Her hips weren’t quite as experienced as Leah’s had been, but then again, I didn’t expect them to be. I was still in heaven while her body gripped mine. She sat upright again and slid her hands behind her head, lifting her hair up and out in the process. Her head lolled backward and she let out a few breathy grunts while she rolled her hips and ground herself against my body.
The sheer taboo of fucking the daughter of a woman I had also bedded just before was starting to catch up with me. He grunted again and slid my hands over Savannah’s hips in an effort to try sliding her off. She actively resisted me, looking down into my eyes.
“Cum inside me,” she giggled out with a girlish sound. As I mentioned earlier, there’s something wrong with you if you don’t cum as soon as that is said, so I didn’t have hardly any time to react before my hips bucked upward against her and my cock exploded inside her channel.
I groaned several times while I emptied what was left of my reserves into Savannah’s young body, and I watched her savor the experience as well, jolting slightly with each new surge of my seed inside her. It all finally came to an end a moment later as she took in a deep breath and let it out, looking down at me with a smile.
“Thank you,” she giggled out again, wriggling her form atop mine. She took another moment to breathe, then started to lift up off of me before I clamped my hands down on her hips to keep her there. I might have been softening inside her, but unless she got up, I was going to be staying put. She looked down at me with some surprise.
“You didn’t cum. If you want to do this, we might as well do it right,” I told her as my hand slid down to her pubic area to start rolling my thumb over her little clit. She reacted immediately with a moan, and though her hand came down to my wrist, she didn’t make any real attempt to stop me. Her hips began to move again, mostly little jerks in random directions as I gave her what I knew she probably needed.
It didn’t take long. A minute or two at most, and she was biting her bottom lip, tipping her head back, and moaning out into the air while I continued to rub my finger across her little spasming clit. She let out a couple of soft F-bombs toward the end of it, and looked down at me with a small shudder and a smile.
I tugged her down into a light kiss, then pulled her down further onto her side so we could snuggle for a moment. “Don’t be long. You don’t want your mom to wake up and find us like this. But I did want to ask why you thought of doing this. I’m just some strange guy.” She giggled at that.
“You made sure we got here safe, and if my mom thinks you’re a good guy, then you must be. She doesn’t let just anyone spend time in our house, let alone our hotel rooms. Besides… I heard you and her going at it, and when I came to the doorway, she really seemed to be enjoying herself. I wanted to know what it was like, too.”
I didn’t know what to say. She had watched me fucking her mom and decided to fuck me, too. That was odd, but I wasn’t about to question it. “I take it, then, that your mom has you on some kind of birth control to help regulate your… monthly?” She shook her head.
“No, nothing like that. But you can’t get pregnant the first time, right? That’s what my old boyfriend said. And mom told you to cum in her, so it must be okay for me, right?” She snuggled into me, closing her eyes as I blanked for a moment. I had just taken her virginity and hadn’t even really noticed. I would have appreciated it more and taken my time with her had I known ahead of time. It almost wasn’t fair, really.
“I’m not sure what he was thinking when he said that, but it’s absolutely not true,” I told her. I didn’t want to burst her bubble, really, but I also didn’t want her to think everything was fine when it wasn’t. I had not only dumped my load inside a virgin woman without birth control, but I had given her an orgasm afterward. I didn’t know if she was fertile at that particular moment, but the odds were more than decent that I had just impregnated her. She lifted her head and stared at me.
“Your body is meant to have children,” I went on. “If your body is having its usual cycles, then you’re fertile and can get pregnant simply by having any of my semen remotely near your…”
“Pussy?” she queried with a light, almost nervous laugh.
“Vagina,” I told her. “I never really liked that term, but if that’s what you call it, then yes. Having my cum even touching your body in the general area of your… pussy… could end with you getting pregnant. I would definitely recommend you take a shower and wash it out down there to try to avoid the chances of me knocking you up. Your mother would kill me. And maybe you, too!” She laughed a little, but quickly decided I was right.
She kissed my lips once, then scampered off to the bathroom to take a shower. I swear I heard her moan a moment later, probably as she directed the stream of water up into herself. But I was spent after fucking both of them and fell asleep again quickly.
The next morning, I woke up to the smell of coffee and the sight of Leah in the little would-be kitchenette. I sat up and quickly realized I was naked, so I yanked on my boxers just as Savannah came out of the bedroom, fully dressed. I used the blanket to cover myself as I pulled on my pants, then I walked over to Leah and procured one of the paper cups for some coffee. A couple of hazelnut creamers and I was set. I smiled at her.
“Thanks for letting me sleep here. It’ll make the drive home much nicer.” She smiled and acknowledged me, then I looked over at Savannah. “So. Back to college when you get home?” She laughed.
“No, silly, I graduate high school this June.” I felt the color drain from my face. Did I just fuck an underage girl? At FORTY?! She went on. “This concert was just a birthday present for me, since I turned eighteen last week.” Oh, thank God.
“Well, happy belated birthday, then. Hopefully you had a good time.” That was when she winked at me.
“The best. I’m not going to forget last night for a long time.”