“Hey mom, we’ve going to practice our songs right up to showtime this Saturday. I’ve asked our manager to make sure your tickets get delivered to the house for you and Lisa. By the way, how is Lisa doing? She seemed really sweet mom. I like her.”
“She likes you too honey. Even though she’s just met you, she seems to already have a high regard for you. And I’ve got to ask…what songs are the band going to play this Saturday. I’m hoping at least one cover of a Beatles tune. You don’t mind doing that for your mother, do you?”
“Mom, you know full well that we consider it bad luck to reveal our songs before a show.”
“Even to your mother??”
“Especially to my mother!! Hey, I get it…you and Aunt Jackie really like the Beatles. I like them too. But all of us in the band have agreed not to give away what our show is going to be, to anybody, family included.”
“Okay Robby, I’ll stop asking. But, let me tell you this…I hope you guys play that song you wrote…I think it’s called Itchy Scratch or something like that…I think?”
“Mom, you’re referring to “Scratch My Itch, and I guess you’ll just have to show up to hear exactly what we’ll play. Okay?”
“Okay honey, I’ll stop pestering you about it. I’m really looking forward to watching you perform though. I know it’s going to be a great show, because my absolute favorite guitarist is going to be playing that night!!”
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Both Lisa and I were looking forward to attending the show at Harpo’s. We had made plans to really make a night of it. So much so, that one of the things we looked forward to doing was wearing our very sexy low-cut dresses that we’d gotten while we were in Vegas. I wanted to show off to Robby, and frankly was hoping that by my wearing that dress my son would be really lusting for his mother. I know it isn’t anywhere near normal, but I was actively making plans for my son and I to go all the way with each other very soon. As far as I was concerned, it was way past time that Robby had the opportunity to fuck his mother.
Finally Saturday arrived and our plans were in place. The show was supposed to start around seven-thirty…or so. Lisa had driven over to my place on Friday and spent the night. Needless to say she slept with me that night, and we were just as horny with each other as we’d been during our time in Las Vegas. I really appreciated the fact that even though she was well aware of how much I was longing to go to bed with my son, she continued to make herself sexually available to me, and of course I to her as well. Late in the morning we took our shower together after we had had a sixty-nine session on my living room couch.
Thankfully, after both of us had been a little nervous about it, our dresses fit us perfectly after we’d reworn them only once. Because we only had them for roughly a little over a week since we’d first worn them.
After we had arrived at the venue, we were ushered to our seats which were very near the stage. It looked as if we would have a very good view of the performance, as well as the fact that the performers would have a very good view of where we were seated. This…I hoped…would work out nicely.
As we were waiting for the show to begin, I could tell that there were many men, and some women too, who were staring at Lisa and I. There wasn’t any denying of how alluring we were to all the horny men who came to watch the show. And there must’ve been many horny men in attendance that night, because it looked to pretty much be a packed house. I was so proud of Robby and his band. I knew from what he’d been telling me of how much they’d practiced and prepared for this show. Their reputations would be on the line tonight, and they knew it too.
Suddenly the house lights faded, and the announcer for Harpo’s came out…
“Ladies and gentlemen, it is a pleasure to introduce our opening act this evening…from Allen Park, Michigan please welcome…Ophelia’s Rage….”
The song they started off with was the one written by Robby “Scratch My Itch.” It was an instrumental tune with a fast tempo and a ripping guitar lead by no other than, my baby boy Robby. The audience immediately got into it too. There, right up on the stage was my son who I knew had worked and practiced his ass off to be where he was right then. Just watching him play his guitar brought goose-bumps to my flesh. It was somewhat hypnotic to see his fingers flying all over his fretboard. And the focused but happy look on his face screamed that he was a professional musician who took his work VERY seriously.
Finally that song ended and then the next one took up from there. Now Robby was playing the acoustic guitar that he’d bought from his friend when he was a young teen-ager. They played a couple more tunes, which of course sounded fantastic. And then there was a short break in the action as a piano was set up on stage, with a single spotlight shining down on it. I saw the other band members go offstage and watched as Robby walked up to the piano all by himself. And then he began speaking to the audience…
“I’ve asked my fellow band-mates if they didn’t mind if I played a song by myself, and they’ve happily agreed to let me do that. I want to play this next tune in appreciation to a beautiful woman who’s here tonight that’s captured my heart. She keeps telling me how much she and her sister love The Beatles. Well, this isn’t exactly a Beatles tune but I’ve got to say it’s pretty damn close…”
Robby then sat down at the piano, directly facing me. His eyes locked directly onto mine, and as he started playing the intro chords I instantly recognized it as…’Maybe I’m Amazed’ by Paul McCartney.
“Baby I’m amazed at the way you love me all the time, and maybe I’m afraid of the way I love you…baby I’m amazed at the way you pulled me out of time, and hung me on a line, baby I’m amazed at the way I really need you…”
Oh my God, my baby, my Robby was playing and singing me a love song. Right there in front of that whole crowd he was saying that he was in love with me. It also wasn’t lost on anyone there that he was singing directly to me, because our eyes pretty much stayed locked on each other through the whole time he was playing.
Not long after he began ‘Amazed’ Lisa looked over at me and told me that he was “fucking awesome” I smilingly nodded my head at my lover and went back to listening to Robby serenade me with McCartney’s song. I guess it was because I got so much into his playing and singing to me there at Harpo’s, I could tell how moist my pussy had become. I told Lisa later after we’d left there that his playing to me caused me to climax…right there in front of everybody…as my son told the world of his love, for the beautiful woman who had captured his heart. I guess it was only fair…he had already captured mine, and there wasn’t anything I was going to do to try to change that.
I’ve just got to say, Robby and the band just played outstanding that evening. I know it wasn’t just me feeling that way either. The cheers and screams from the crowd really let the band know how much everybody loved them. I was so proud of all of them.