So that Friday before the concert, Mom drove us to our motel. The cost of tickets was from forty-two dollars to eighty dollars each. I slid up higher on my bed and sat against the wall. That was when Mom said, “Hey, I’m not sore back there.”
I smiled and said, “You were really relaxed.”
Mom glared at me and then she burst out laughing. In the morning Mom was holding her head and moaning when I woke up. So that Friday before the concert, Mom drove us to our motel. As she started to clean up the mess she had made she said, “Why you little mother fucker you. In fact it gave me the opportunity to butt fuck her. I played with her nipples and tickled her clit as she danced about. But my favorite was the one of her up on stage showing everyone her tits and pussy. Believe it or not things doubled or tripled. She smiled and posed for me.
