Loosening Up Bk. 11 Ch. 16-20

In the process, he found his muse. He stopped frequently to dictate into his phone some potential lyrics. The countryside invited a feeling of awe and beauty. Every turn revealed something new that touched his soul.

One of the features of this leg of his trip that made the journey unique was that Elise was on the back of his bike. His mother. His sexpot nymphomaniac incest-loving mother.

She'd told him, "I've never seen my son perform except in video clips on YouTube. I want to go to Boise with you, see your concert, and then I'll find some way to reconnect with Roy. Maybe I can get somebody to fly me back up here." On that basis, Dave detailed to Elise her packing limitations and what life on the road with him was likely to be like.

Dave was only slightly surprised when Elise turned up beside the bike dressed in only the briefest of clothing and carrying a slightly oversize zippered tote bag. She wore a halter top that did little to hide her breasts, and cutoffs that did little to hide her pussy or ass. She had black sneakers on her feet. The weather, fortunately, was warm.

Elise said, "I talked to some of your other riders from last year. I didn't want to break the trend that you carry sexually hot and horny women behind you. Besides, if I'm lucky we'll be stopping several times a day to fuck in some scenic locale." She laughed gaily.

Dave had told her that his preference was to stay in upscale motels. He had the requisite gear to camp out, but after some lumpy campground and sleepless nights, he made a command decision for himself. Elise said she liked that idea, because she preferred to fuck in a bed.

Two hours after they'd left the campground, Dave asked Elise over the intercom on the bike, "Were you at all worried about leaving Roy?"

"With Vera, Maggie, Peg, and Gretchen? Not in the least. Along with Hal, Jeff, and Dolby, they'll have a nice little rotation going for days before I get back to join in the festivities. I told Roy to have fun. Moreover, there were two more RVs due in the park today. He may have still more playmates before I get back. He has never lacked for sexual playmates."

Dave chuckled, "Like me."

"Yes, like you. Will you find a place you can fuck me right now? My little cunny is all wet and needy."

In a few more miles they found a turnout for a picnic area and vista up a winding dirt road. Moreover, from where they stopped, they had a sightline to the turnoff and several places along the road, so they'd have a minute to recover before anybody else would show up where they'd stopped. There was nobody there. Dave parked the bike as Elise pulled off her shorts and yanked her halter top up over her generous tits. He jerked his jeans down, and thirty seconds later they were fucking with her on a picnic table.

Back on the bike ten minutes later, Dave teased, "Are you leaking cum onto my seat?"

"No, I'm leaking cum onto MY seat," Elise assured him. "I love the feel. The warm air is drying my pants where it's leaked. I'll need another fix about lunchtime."

Elise couldn't see Dave roll his eyes.

The motel they stayed at that evening was a modest place with only twenty rooms. There was a house and then on either side a linear extension with ten rooms. Surprisingly, they were well appointed, air conditioned, and soundproof. Behind the house there was a swimming pool and Jacuzzi that guests could use. Dave worried that they were the only guests in the place, until another couple checked in around eight in the evening; they were given a room on the other wing.

The nearby town wasn't much, but they did have one family restaurant where they got dinner. Elise had a salad and Dave a venison steak. They took a slow ride back to the motel.

They opted to take a swim in the pool, since the evening was still warm after a swelteringly hot day. Elise had only brought a Wicked Weasel bathing suit, but it did 'officially' cover her female parts, just not very well. The owner, a man about Elise's age, came and watched her getting in and out of the pool with his tongue lolling out the side of his mouth. He eventually disappeared after the two of them sat down to talk beside the pool.

Dave said, "Can you guess what hanging out with the band is like? Have you talked to anybody else about our after-concert parties?"

Elise grinned, "I happened to talk to Zoey at Christmas. The subject of the various get-togethers with the band just happened to surface. I guess the evenings are very sexual when you're not on stage.'

"They are. If you'd like to moderate or not participate, you should let me know so I can get more appropriate room arrangements."

Elise said, "I've seen your band on YouTube with you. They're all handsome men and pretty women. Now, how would you think I'd react to discovering that they have an expansive sexual ethos?"

"You'd want to participate?" Dave said in a humorous but speculative tone.

"OF COURSE, I'D WANT TO PARTICIPATE! I want them all to fuck my lights out, and I want to fuck their lights out, and I want them to remember me as the sexiest and horniest and hottest woman that ever graced their beds or parties or cocks or whatever." She giggled.

Dave glanced over. Sunset had long passed. The swimming pool lights were on and cast an eerie glow along the entire back of the house and motel. Surprisingly, the chairs, tables, and chaises on the back side of the pool weren't lit.

Elise must have come to the same conclusion about the light and shadows at the same time as Dave. He watched as she peeled the wet bra for the bikini off and set it on the table. The bottoms followed seconds later. Elise's hot body sat back on a nearby chaise completely naked and spread her legs. Her hand went right to her pussy as she eyed Dave.

"Can you show me what one of the band members might do to me if he found me like this?"

Dave glanced at the house, but all the windows were dark. The lights from the motel room with the other couple were very dim, suggesting they were turning in for the night. Dave dropped his athletic shorts on the deck and lay down beside his mother and lover.

Elise immediately took hold of his cock and wrapped both hands around the expanding shaft. "I love the way you feel in my hands. I like it even better when I feel you in my pussy ... or my mouth ... or my ass." Before he could respond, Elise bent over him on the chaise, straddling his legs, and started to bounce her head up and down on his cock.

At first, she was only taking about half of him inside her, but with each bounce of her head she consumed another fraction of an inch. Dave could feel his cock start to hit the back of her throat, the place where most people would have a gag reflex start. Not Elise.

She kept nodding and lapping at his shaft, and she'd started to fondle his balls with one hand. His cock had reached the consistency of granite. And she had gradually ingested every bit of his baby maker, with much of it in her throat.

She held him there for a long time. He could feel her neck muscles and she tried to swallow. Suddenly, she pulled off of him and gasped for air. She said, "I love to do that to you. I wanted to start so much earlier, but your dad wouldn't have it." She thought a moment, "All those wasted years when we could have been fucking and being sexual."

Dave chuckled, "I was a nerd."

Elise pointed at her pussy, "I could have cured that problem with this. I bet one characteristic of a nerd is that they're not getting any pussy. If you're getting laid three times a day then by definition, you're not a nerd."

Dave teased, "What would my girlfriend Alice have said?"

Elise chuckled, "I love to eat pussy, too. I would have devoured that beautiful teenage pussy and given her more orgasms than she ever dreamed of. I would have turned her into the slut that she eventually became."

Still in a playful tone, Dave said, "Are you calling my wife a slut?"

Elise engulfed his cock in a deep throat for a minute. When she pulled off of him, she laughed, "If the shoe fits, wear it. Yes, Alice is one of the biggest and nicest sluts I know.

"Alice going into the porn business and winning that award put the stamp of approval on her slutty activities. I loved doing my porn films, and I want to do more of them when we get back to Sarasota. I want to out-slut' Alice."

Dave got thoughtful, "You know, I never thought about who the sluttiest member of the Circle might be. You'd be up in the top ten on my list, but I should think on that point more."

"Put your cock inside me, and I don't mean my mouth." Elise rolled onto the chaise beside him and spread her legs. Dave maneuvered between them and did exactly as she requested. He didn't notice the naked man beating off in a darkened window of the house watching them.

Dave, Elise, Robby Nixx -- the band leader, and Zoey Foster and Alan Lauer of the group Zoey and the Circle, walked into the center of Albertsons Stadium looking around. They all liked Boise. A fourth man, Gregg Siegel, the manager of the stadium for non-sporting events, was hosting them and explaining about the arrangements, the routes to and from the stage, and more.

Dave and Elise had connected with Robby, Zoey, and the rest of the concert entourage just after lunch that day when their charter flight arrived from Nashville.

Zoey and the Circle were the opening band for Dave and the Hawks. Their group had a few hit singles, so they were becoming increasingly known. Zoey had become the star of the group, being their lead singer. She'd also been instrumental in organizing the group and cajoling the guys to give up their regular careers for one in music. Zoey was a hot little number all on her own, but she loved Alan and all the others in the group: Lars Nilsson, Jaxon Brown, Ben Forrester, and Neo Reeves. Her loving included being sexual with each of the men, especially when they were on the road.

Robby had yielded to pressure from the other band members to create a 'flashy' name for the band. After several group meetings and discussions, they settled and agreed on the name the Hawks.

Kyle, Dave and the band's agent, approved of the name, and they were off and running. The billing was now Dave Prentiss and the Hawks. Dave had to admit that it did sound flashy. Elise weighed in as liking the name.

For the stadium tour, Elise had dressed a little less revealing than her motorcycle garb. She had on jeans that hugged her body like a body suit, and a nice white blouse. She was braless, and of course, that fact was easy to discern by a simple glance in her direction.

Robby turned to the group, "I sure hope the weather is good. I'd hate to see ten-thousand fans drenched as we're up on stage performing.

Gregg Siegel said, "We've been keeping an eye on the weather. Right now, it looks like a great night, although a little warm for this time of year for us. I think we'll be all right. In any case, the stage is relatively stormproof. It's covered and only wind driven rain would get to any of you."

Dave said, "We'll trust your judgment. In the meanwhile, we have to rehearse. I guess we have a large music room at the nearby college?"

Gregg said, "Yes, at Boise State. The rest of your groups are already there, and I have some fancy golf carts that will get you all there in about five minutes." He gestured towards the track that surrounded the football field, and along the edge sat three elongated golf cart that could each seat six. They walked and got in.

As they rode along, Dave asked Elise whether she wanted to listen to them rehearse or just go back to the hotel. She wanted 'in' the rehearsal. "David, we may be lovers, but I don't treat that casually as I might with some others. I want full immersion in what you do, what your life is like, and how you think about things. Plus, you know that I'm not shy; if I don't want to do something, I'll tell you. I want to be your shadow through this event."

Dave kissed her very tenderly. No one else seemed to notice.

Robby had the band ready to playMy Brother's Wife in concert. The song was Dave's first serious venture with a song. He loaded him up with three others he'd been working on during his trip.

The group rehearsed for three hours, and ironed out a few kinks. Dave let Robby know of one idea he had that involved his mother. Robby laughed and approved.

They rehearsed again on Saturday afternoon, and then relaxed at the hotel ready for the evening concert. Dave coaxed Elise to bed, but not for sex. The pair had a refreshing nap, and then showered together. Every time that Elise tried to get sexual, he'd bat her hand away and promise that later she'd get more sex than she knew what to do with.

The concert came off without a hitch. When Dave sangMy Brother's Wife, the song got a great reception and lots of applause. Dave admitted it was one of the first he'd written and that it reflected some of the values of the Circle. Not everyone might have understood the reference, but those that cared would look up why he'd said that.

At the appropriate point in the concert, Dave stopped the music and reminded the audience of his past actions. "I usually pick a gorgeous woman from the audience and have her come up and join me on stage so I can sing romantic love songs to her. Well, I've made my pick." He turned and pointed right at Elise. She had a seat in the VIP pit in front of the stage, but almost everyone there ended up standing and carrying on during the concert.

Elise was nonplussed. "Me?" The TV cameras caught her look of shock.

She held her arms up and Dave hoisted her on stage with Robby's help. She stood beside him as he put his arms around her and kissed her with just a peck on her cheek. "Ladies and gentlemen, this is my mom!" The place erupted into thunderous applause.

Dave then sang his usual romantic ballads to her as she swooned beside him, often acting proud of her son and certainly expressing her affection for him. Unlike in previous concerts with some of the women he'd chosen, she did not do any sing-alongs with him. He knew better than to ask.

After the concert, Dave, Elise, the band, and Zoey and the Circle, all came back to the main stage to collect some of their instruments, various sheet music, and get organized for folding up their road show. As that was happening, Dave fielded a few requests for autographs, choosing to pose for selfies with the people instead. Most of the seekers were women or teenage girls.

Dave noted that a few of the band members and Circle members did their usual flirting with some of the girls, but boldly asked each of them if they had recent tests to prove they were safe. If they did, they promised an outstanding 'After Party'. The field winnowed down, and by the time they were ready to go, their group has swelled with six additional women. The totals for the party were fifteen guys and fourteen women.

There was a jitney arranged to take everyone back to the hotel. Gregg Siegel appeared and presented Dave with a check for just over a million dollars. He gave it to Robby, who in turn would give it to Kyle on Monday when they met in Seattle. Kyle would divvy it all up in the right proportions so that everyone benefitted from the performance.

Dave and Elise's suite at the hotel became 'Ground Zero' for the party. Refreshment, food, and an open bar had been arranged. The first half-hour back on their hotel floor was spent eating, drinking, and for some of the guys getting to know the chicks they'd picked to party with. There was a lot of chatter and laughter.

Mick Barnett, the drummer, started things off by going around the rooms in the suite turning off or dimming lights. Some sexy recorded music also arrived on the scene. Dave even smelled some weed, and saw a joint being passed around -- nothing unusual for the band.

Several in the group started to dance with the women present. Robby came and asked Elise to dance and she flowed right into his arms, and thirty seconds later they were kissing up a small hurricane in one part of the living room.

A groupie he'd seen Jack Riley vet as they were packing up, came up and asked Dave to dance. Samantha or Sam Tilton was a cute bottle blonde with sexy dark eye brows and a crop top that showed a lot of cleavage. The song was slow and she molded her body to Dave's as they got started.

Dave learned a little about her as they danced, and then they were kissing. Near them, Ally and then René were soon topless and inviting their dance partners to fondle and suck on the available real estate.

Dave warned Sam, "I should warn you that the after parties get really sexual. If that bothers you, you might want to leave. We would never do anything that you don't want, but don't get swept up in the moment either."

Sam looked at the emerging nudity, watching Ally shed her skirt and cowgirl boots. She said, "My heart is beating a million times a second. I'm scared but I want this. I've been so shy. I promised myself that tonight more than any other in my life I would loosen up. I'm not worried about you or anybody else, really. I'm more worried about me, and that I'll chicken out. I really need to loosen up more."

Dave grinned, "The rule here is that consenting adults can do whatever they want about sex. There are no government or police or anybody else here to enforce whatever strange rules your state has about sexual interactions. Did you know that adultery is a felony in this state?"

"Really? That's crazy. If a guy and girl want to make love, what's wrong with that?"

Dave nodded, "I agree. Tomorrow or soon, look up and read about the Circle. It's where I live. There's a lot on it on the Internet, and we have our own fan club and there's a website. You'll see some stuff up there about me, too. Read and think about your loosening up process."

Sam nodded eagerly. "Will you ... will you make love to me?" She nodded to some action behind Dave.

He turned to see that Alan Lauer, a Circle member, was just starting to eat out René -- Floyd's wife. Floyd was nearby with another groupie; they were naked and he was lining up his cock with her pussy about to fuck. Dave also saw that Elise and Robby were naked and frantically making out as he fingered her. He even heard her moan above the din of the party.

Dave reached over and stroked Sam's midriff with two fingers. He raised his hand under the overhanging part of her shirt -- the part held away from her body by her breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra and as he stroked her could see her nipples harden through the material. He tugged at the material gently, and Sam's hands rose in the air in a signal to remove her crop top. He did. Her breasts were magnificent.

Sam launched into him and kissed some more. She said, "May I tell my BFF about what we do and about the party?"

Dave chuckled. He knew that there was no way he'd ever silence the girl or for that matter any of the groupies in their midst. It was a lost cause. Everyone was consenting.

"Yes. Just be discrete. I don't want someone's boyfriend, husband, or parents to come after any of us with a shotgun."

Sam nodded. "I promise it'll be okay. She needs to loosen up, too. She'll appreciate what I've done."

"Do it for yourself, and not for her or for anybody else."

"Oh, I know. I am. I just want to help her breakout of her skin, too, so to speak."

Dave toyed with her belt buckle and soon Sam stood naked in front of him as they made out. She was sizzlingly hot. She worked on his clothing, and when they were naked Dave brought her into the bedroom to his bed.

Sam turned out to be amazingly orgasmic. Oral sex, a first for her, about turned her inside out. Dave resisted giving her The Experience. He did administer several G-spot orgasms before he had her mount him and they started to fuck. Sam was nearly delirious with pleasure and joy over what they were doing.