Groupie MILF: Chapter 2: Hot Groupie

After the emotional roller coaster of the concert and my marathon masturbation session, I quickly fell into a drunken slumber so deep that I didn?t hear my daughter and her friends return. Dirty, filthy, torridly sexual dreams, mostly involving me being taken hard, like a trashy whore, on stage, by Jake and his bandmates dominated my sleep. As consciousness pulled me upwards, out of the depths of slumber, I became increasingly aware of heat and wetness between my legs. Not bothering to check on my daughter and her friends, I headed straight towards my shower.The hot water caressed me, relaxed me, and sent my mind into a happy place, filled with the music of the previous night. The scalding water ignited my flesh, my passions along with it. With my eyes closed, the sounds of the shower drowning out the rest of the world, my body wash felt sensual and luxurious gliding over my skin. Initially, I intended on merely cleaning myself up, but my sudsy hands roaming over my flesh aroused me to new heights. Cupping my soapy breasts, another hand marveling at the heat between my legs, quickly led to the shower massage put into ?Pulse? mode, directed at my clit.With my legs spread, my back against the hard tile, the water shot onto my needy pussy, drenching them with more than water. Making sure my impassioned moans were covered by the cascading whirs of the shower, I threw my head back, sighing, enjoying the pulsating throb pummeling my clit into orgasmic joy.My legs began quivering, weak with delight, as an explosive orgasm built inside me. The waves of convulsions, building higher and higher, began consuming my entire core. My contractions of pleasure burned my insides, cooled my exterior, and left me panting and gasping in bliss. I was going to cum hard.?Mom,? Lisa?s high-pitched wail shot through my ecstasy, ruining it.Damn it.?Yes, Lisa,? I snapped in frustration.?Somebody?s here to see you!? her last two syllables twisted the treble in her squeal up into annoyance-territory. Her tone was very shrill, excited.Barely toweling off, my body still dripping and glistening with wetness, my hair still clumped and matted, I first grabbed my conservative, flannel, "housewife" robe. Such a modest garment?designed to cover and hide one?s body?I immediately tossed it onto the floor. My new, black concert t-shirt, Chaos Dojo?s band logo emblazoned across the top, Jake?s mugging face and long hair güvenilir bahis silk-screened front and center, seemed more apropos. I wondered who?d be at my door at this early hour. It was probably my ex-husband, dropping by to berate me on his way to work, so he?d feel like a big man. If so, he was going to be in for a big surprise. I no longer felt compelled to take his verbal abuse.Annoyed that my orgasm was ruined, I sloshed and trudged out of my room, through the hallway, and towards the living room, not caring that the black t-shirt soaked up the water and plastered itself to the contours of my body, my wet, hardened nipples poking out.Jake Python, dressed in black boots, tight jeans, and a ripped Iron Maiden t-shirt, was standing in my living room, sipping non-gourmet coffee from my ?World's Best Mom? cup. I died a little inside.?Shit,? my high-class mouth spewed. ?Monty, I mean, fuck, Jake, what, err, what are you doing here??He smiled; the girls smiled. My jaw dropped. As soon as I remembered that I was dripping wet, wearing only that shirt, with his fucking face on it, no less, his eyes, as if on cue, traveled downwards.?Sorry, I, um, I was just getting dressed?? his smile made me stop, mid-sentence.?I like that look on you.??You mean your band shirt???No, you in a t-shirt. You were a pretty girl, Issa, but you?ve grown into a beautiful woman, incredibly vibrant and sexy.?Luckily, the giggling of my daughter and her friends drowned out my sharp intake of breath. My wet body became flushed and humid with heat.?Uh, why are you here??He shrugged. ?Me and the boys,? he gestured outside, ?have some time to kill, and I was wondering if you?d care to join us for some breakfast. That is unless you?ve already eaten.??I can?t,? my emotions rebelled against my "mom-logic". I wanted to go with him, but my ?mom-mind? made me say, ?no.? I continued down that righteous path, ?I have my daughter and her friends here.?He shook his head, strolled over to the door, opened it, and leaned out. My silly logic and emotions were in cahoots, this time, deciding that if his music career tanked, he?d make a fine living winning ?best buns? contests.?Mind if Lisa and her friends join us, too??Rowdy, rock and roll shouts of agreement filtered through the open door.?The more, the merrier, Melissa. How about you all join us.??Well, I don?t know. Young women hanging out with rock stars isn?t exactly güvenilir bahis siteleri the best???Yes!? four screaming, teenage girls overruled.I rushed through getting dressed, in too much of a hurry to bother with conservative, pesky undergarments. Some sensible lipstick and a quick swatch of eye shadow sufficed as my warpaint before I stampeded out to meet them. The girls were doing their best ?slutty groupie? impersonations. I was mildly surprised to discover that they were driving a rented SUV; I?d half expected a limo.Our breakfast was amazing. It was just a local diner with the same food I?d eaten dozens of times. But Jake, along with his bandmates, Steve, Ted, and Mark, was hilarious, entertaining, and very interesting. They weren?t, at all, what one would expect from a big-league, rock and roll band. To me, they seemed more like a quartet of brothers than guys that worked together. They shared the same patter, in-jokes, and a sense of camaraderie, exactly like brothers.Breakfast took much longer than one would normally expect. A constant influx of fans, critics, and people wanting to hover in their orbit consumed most of the morning. Autograph seekers, slutty waitresses, and sycophants of every ilk harried our repast. The members of the band took it in stride and reveled in connecting with their fans.?Man, it?s hot as hell, today,? Steve, the drummer, proclaimed. His long, black hair, arrayed in a massive lion?s mane, framed his pouting lips, nicely. ?Is there a pool we could go to? I don?t want to go back to the hotel.??We have a pool,? Lisa volunteered.?Yeah, guys. No suits necessary,? Janet added.?Lisa,? I scolded as I shot Janet a scandalized glance. ?These gentlemen don?t want to slum it in our suburban scrawl. They?re used to fine hotels, being catered to, and limousines. Janet, try to not be so forward, guys don?t like that.?As a group, they laughed at that.?More like too-forward skanks, which you ladies are not, fast food, roach motels, and broken down vans,? Mark said. His mirthful face, along with his light build and short-cropped hair, made him seem boyishly sexy.Adopting a deep, even caricature of a commanding voice, Jake began. ?Now boys, I know you?d like to travel in style, but the tour is costing so much. In fact, you?re lucky?.??You?re not walking,? the rest of them finished with guffaws of laughter, obviously another inside joke.?How about iddaa siteleri it, Melissa? Mind if we crash your pool??I shrugged. ?I suppose then I should offer to cook dinner for you. Be warned, though, I?m not a gourmet cook.??Home-cooked meal, home-cooked meal,? they began chanting.Ted, the lead guitarist, looked at me with a huge grin on his face. ?Miss Chambers, you have no idea how awesome that sounds. I swear, if I have to put up with another truck stop, I?ll slit my wrists.?For the first time in almost two decades, I found myself enjoying the day. To appreciative wolf-whistles and stares, I showed off my bikini, the very same one that Aubrey?s ex-boyfriend, Tommy, seemed so smitten over. Everything seemed magical until Jake?s cellphone rang.?Jake ?the Snake? Python here,? his brow furrowed as he listened. ?Really? That soon, huh? Fine. We?ll be there in five hours.?Turning to his bandmates, involved in a game drown the bassist with my daughter and her three friends, he said, ?Bad or good news, guys. That was Butch, our agent. We picked up two extra shows just across the state line. We have another show tomorrow, so our furlough is canceled.??We can still have a home-cooked meal, right??He nodded.I quickly changed back into the t-shirt and a loose pair of shorts. For a meal, meatloaf, real mashed potatoes, corn fresh off the cob, and some store-bought pie were quickly rustled up. Time flew by, two hours? worth. As I began cleaning up the table, preparing to wash the dishes, Lisa pulled me aside.?Mom, Jake?s been 'thirsting' over you all day. You?ve got to make a move.??Lisa, a respectable woman does not???What? Date a handsome, respectful millionaire that isn?t a cheating asshole? Fine, I?ll just set it up for you, then.?She gave me a frustrated look and stomped back into the dining room.?Girls, I need to take you all home. Now, which one of you handsome studs wants to give us a ride??I heard the commotion of them exiting, the door slamming shut, and turned to wash the dishes, figuring they?d all piled out.?Need help with that?? Jake?s voice asked, softly, from behind me.?I thought you?d left with my daughter and her friends, the slut-sisters.?He chuckled. ?Look, I have three hours before we have to leave, but I only need a few minutes.?I put down the wash rag, wishing I hadn?t put on my frumpy kitchen apron.He began speaking, then stopped, twice. Finally, ?I meant what I said last night. I?ve always liked you, more than liked. Not only are you sexy and amazing, but you?re smart, witty, and down-to-earth, and you never once judged me. I wanted to play this show in the hopes that I?d be able to track you down.?