Mom and I stood near the front of the stage. I was as close to the stage as one could get barring the security gate maintaining the three-foot span from stage to audience. Mom seemed to be having a good time, and said it is as close as she has ever been to the stage.
After about a half an hour, the lights went out and the stage lights went on. The momentum of the crowd forced us closer to the security barrier. The crowd thrust me against the back of my mom, who then grabbed my arms and wrapped them around her waist.
Mom looked up at me, as I stood a head taller. I could look down her shirt at her massive globes from my point of view, and I did just that. I arrived at the point where I was not trying to conceal my gawking any longer. Mom returned my gaze, gave me a smile, and provided a deep kiss that seem to last five minutes. My enormous erection had returned, and pressed against her lower back. I took to calling mom by her first name, Veronica, as it seemed the natural thing to do since we were no longer mom and son. At least we were not on this night.
The band came out and ripped through an exciting set. Suddenly the band that I anxiously awaited were playing second act to the unusual affection my mom was now giving. To be in the presence of one of my favorite band, while having this sexually tense relationship with my mom made the whole situation surreal.
During one set from the band, several girls around us began flashing their tits at the stage. It seemed that one girl tried to trump the other as the shirts began to rise. In the heat of the moment, my mom decides that she needed to show her assets off as well. As she raised her shirt, and her two wonderful, bouncy tits sprang from underneath her shirt. They hung there perfectly round and huge in all of their glory. My mind and my eyes were no longer connected. I reached up from her waist and cupped the two soft breasts with my hands. I have never felt such magnificent wonders in all of my life.
My mom put down her shirt as quickly as she raised it. She did not seem to flinch as I caressed her tits in those few seconds. After she readjusted her bra and shirt, she turned around and faced me, slow dancing to a ballad the band was playing. She planted a deep kiss on my mouth and slowly massaged my cock through my jeans.
"I'm impressed," she said as she patted my cock and turned to face the stage.
It felt like I was really on a date, and my mom seemed as horny as hell. It did not occur to me until sometime after the show that I dry fucked my mom in front of thousands of people, however absurd, the thought just added more eroticism to the already taboo relationship.
When the concert ended, we walked out of the venue holding hands. Stopping only to purchase an overpriced t-shirt, we continued to the Charger. Just the thought of those magnificent breasts was pushing me over the edge.
We headed out of the parking lot and through the city with heads turned at every stop light checking out our classic ride. Continuing out of the city towards home, my mom decided that her bra was irritating her. She lifted her shirt once again, revealing a nice black bra, which she unclasped and revealed those sumptuous breasts once again. This time she left her shirt up, and I did the best I could not to swerve off the road as I watched her tits dance with every imperfection I hit in the road.
Her areolas were the perfect tone and size, and her nipples looked large pencil erasers. Nipples you could suck for hours.
