Chapter 132

I got out from under my mother’s legs and let Jennifer take her clothing off. I was worried I might just ravage mom despite her being asleep. She was being awfully flirty ... all night long. I got down to my boxers and scooted in the bed, turning to have Jenn in front of me.

“Ooooh,” came from my mother waking me up. “I’m sorry, Michael.”

“For what?” I said waking up.

“For drinking too much. Brian knows to cut me off at one, but you didn’t ... know. I’m sorry, honey. You were so handsome last night. I felt like a schoolgirl on her prom date. Did we do anything?”

“No ... we didn’t,” I said smiling at her. “We still have time today, it’s only seven am. Unless you need to get more sleep first. Jennifer and I were a little disappointed, but she understood.”

“You two didn’t... ?”

“No, we did not,” Jennifer said coming up behind me. “He wanted his mother last night, but you weren’t able to. Don’t worry, whenever you are up to it, we can wait.” She started kissing my arm, which told me she was horny.

“Janice, could I please make love to you?” I asked.

After cleaning up the mess on the bed and the carpet beside it, mom told us to go get some breakfast. I had never seen my own mother vomit like that. Jenn and I both cleaned it up, while Janice was repeatedly saying, “I’m sorry.”

When we came back to the room, forty minutes later, the shower was on. I sent Jennifer in to see how mom was doing. She didn’t come out until they both did, naked and very clean.

“Wow!” I said.

“You were right Jennifer. He goes practically mute when you flash him a nice pair of boobies,” my drop-dead gorgeous mother said.

“That’s two nice pair of boobies,” Jennifer said from behind her grabbing hers and squeezing them tight. They must have had some extracurricular activity in the shower.

I stripped completely moving to the cleaner side of the bed. I went quickly to placing my hand on myself getting as hard as possible.

“I remember him,” Janice said. “It’s been a while, but you never forget a friendly phallus.”

Jenn released her and my mother quietly said, “I’m really sorry, Michael. Let me make it up to you ... please?”

No words were necessary, as my own mother began a world-class blowjob that had barely lasted five minutes before I blew in her mouth.

I didn’t lose a bit of hardness as she climbed on and lowered herself filling her own pussy with her little boy’s own twelve inches of phallus.

As she began her movements, she blasted, “WWHHOOOOOEEEEE, there is no doubt that of all the men I have been with, my favorite lover is my own son. Do you love me, Michael?”

“Yes, I do -- unlike the way I love Jennifer or Isabel. My love for you is immeasurable and unforgettable. Bend down so I can kiss my adorable Janice.”

She did and our mouths connected as though they were pushed together. What a fabulous kisser as her thrusts down and mine back up caught a rhythm.

I felt her nice breasts against my chest, as we couldn’t seem to stop kissing one another. It was a good thing Jenn taught me how to breathe through my nose when we were learning how to kiss one another. I assume she was watching us but was content to only observe.

My strokes up inside mom were slow and deep as was her tongue inside my mouth. Our most romantic connection ever.

“Housekeeping,” came through the door.

Jennifer got it together enough to say, “Come back in thirty minutes please?...”

“Mommy, I’m cumming in you ... lots and lots of good stuff is going up in you ... right now. Can you feel it, mommy?”

“Yeah, oh yeah baby, keep cumming in your momma. I feel it ... god, I feel it. There is so much. How do you make so much of that fabulous cum of yours?” she was saying with her eyes closed.

“The more I love the person, the more I make for that person,” was my romantic answer. “How are you doing, Jennifer?”

“Ready to clean off your dick and clean out your mothers’ pussy,” she said walking to us.

Mom pulled back to expose my still connected penis. Jenn bent over, to first kiss Janice, then lick us both while getting all the goodness left. When mom pulled off, my belly had a good deal of my spunk on it. While Jan ran to the bathroom, Jennifer slurped it all up. I put some clothes on, knowing housekeeping was coming back. The ladies quickly dressed, and we left with the ‘Needs Service’ sign hanging on the doorknob.

In the elevator, Janice said, “I feel like I have done something wrong, but it was so ... good! Thank you both ... so very much.”

“How long will Brian be gone?” Jennifer asked.

“He will be back the day we show up in Orchard Park, two days from tomorrow morning. Can I stay with you two?”

First, I said ‘Yes,’ then my wife did as well. I slapped Janice on the butt as the door opened to Princess and Stuart.

“Where have you been?” Stuart asked.

Looking at us first, Princess said, “I will tell you later Stuey ... Let’s go and leave them alone.”

“I think that those two are almost as cute a couple as you guys are,” Janice said.

“It has taken me awhile, but I think so too,” I said to her.

“Janice,” Jenn said, “They actually shared Isabel and she loved it. It’s likely that may happen often while we all live together.”

“Where are we going, anyway?” I asked.

“To the room Brian and I have. No reason to break up the party,” she said.

After a Day Off in Foxborough, which included some shopping, visiting Patriot Place, and having a very relaxing evening together, everyone piled into the two buses and15-seater and we headed back to our,

23^rd Stop
Foxborough, Massachusetts
New England Patriots
Gillette Stadium – 65,878
Hilton Garden Inn

When I read that the New England Patriots have sold out every home game since moving to their stadium, I knew we had a chance to have a very loud and boisterous audience of nearly 65,000 people, which is just shy of its football capacity.

When we arrived, they were bringing the last of the rails of chairs that completely cover the field, while we are on a raised stage directly over the end zone in what is called the ‘One Direction’ configuration. That was really excellent to find out.

Besides Stuart and myself; Nancy, Janice and Mike Bell had the two-way headsets on. We did our comm test, with everything perfect.

It was time to start our last concert with our full mini-sets of BOOK OF MORMON and FROZEN. I had previously decided and the entire GSS agreed, we would add in some different Broadway Music to fill the void.

The orchestra and I went out to a marvelous reception. A couple of minutes later, Charles and Peter came out to a really nice applause of their own.

“Hey Pete, did you hear the good news?” Charles asked his partner in crime.

“There’s been a lot of good news lately, we may go on a fifty-state tour next summer, or just find the fifty largest college stadiums in the United States?”

“That’s pretty good news, but my news is that my girlfriend, Shirley took my promise ring. That’s like being engaged to be engaged to be to be engaged to be married.”

That was remarkable news and the crowd ate it up.

“What does her older brother Steve have to say about it?” Pete came back with. (My thought exactly!)

“I guess, you could say, he’s OK with it?”

“You haven’t talked to him yet, have you?” Pete extrapolated. “Here he comes now.”

Steve came out in his white shirt to say, “I think Charles will make a fine brother-in-law, but he is in for quite the interrogation from our father, Mark, a lawyer in the District Attorney’s office.”

He left as Peter was ready for something clever from Charles, who said, “What’s that expression, ‘out of the frying pan and into the fire?”

Putting his arm around his buddy, Peter said, “Think of the long-term bucket of gold at the end of the rainbow, Charles. That, and having a hot wife like I have is what love is all about.”

What a remarkable sentiment, as the lights went out and my spot lighted up as I said, “That was Peter and Charles, my name in Michael Thomas, and we are the Gold Standard Society. We are here tonight to say “Hello.”

Our boys didn’t let anybody down. Charles and Sofia were especially poignant during their number “Baptize Me.” I think she thought she had a chance to be his girl. Nonetheless, she performed quite admirably if she was, as I suspected, torn by his opening remarks earlier.

As usual, I never told anyone what my song would be between the two mini-sets, and that night I played and sang a Michael Bublé song called “Hold On.”

I was full of love for everyone there as I began...

Didn’t they always say
we were the lucky ones?
I guess that we were once
Babe, we were once
But luck will leave you cause
It is a faithless friend
And in the end when
life has got you down

They always say we
were the lucky ones

Before they began to applaud, I said, “After tonight, our evening of music will be turned on its head. We will still have music from Broadway and the Movies, but we will use a large amount of music that should excite and interest you all. As is my personal promise, profanity and obscenities will be non-existent. I like music that entertains, and I know you and your families all do as well.”

There was a swell of applause over that, and then I said, “Let’s listen in on what’s going on in the land called Arendelle?”

The lights changed and the snow-colored lights appeared during the first two numbers. The rest of the FROZEN music went by with bittersweet feelings in my mind.

We were on our halftime break and a voice whispered in my ear, “I want you so badly.” I turned and it was Mom, who gave me a quick peck on the lips as we walked to our now usual table of food.

I made myself a double burger with a bag of chips. A small hand took mine and said, “It’s going really well, isn’t it?”

It was Lily Bell. “Can I sit with you during our break, Michael?”