This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person or persons, living or dead, except for historical figures, is purely coincidental.
This story contains graphic depictions of sex, drugs, and rock and roll.
Copyright 2014 by the author.
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It was late summer 1969 and I had just turned 18. I had recently graduated high school, and was planning to go to college in the fall, partly for the education, but mostly for the draft deferment.
I thought high school was a drag, and was glad to be done with it, partly because my mom was a teacher at my school. Talk about embarrassing, and the worst part was that she tried to act like a teenager instead of a grown-up. She had been dressing like a flower child for the past year, and was always borrowing my albums and playing them in her room late at night. She was trying her best to be cool, but how cool could she be? She was my mom, you dig what I'm sayin'?
She knew that I wanted to go to the big music festival being held upstate, so I was pleasantly surprised when my birthday present was two tickets. The bummer was that she insisted on using one of the tickets herself.
"It'll be fun. Nobody will know I'm your mom, just tell them I'm your 'old lady'." she said with a sly grin.
Great. I finally get to go to a big happening, and mom's going to be there to harsh my mellow. I could have gotten any of the cool chicks I knew to go with me if mom wasn't so determined to go.
So there we were, on a bus with a bunch of other hippies, stuck in a traffic jam miles long. It was Friday afternoon, August 15th, and the bands were supposed to start at 5 pm or so. While we waited on the bus, somebody passed a joint down the aisle. I took it from the guy in front of me, but seeing the disapproving look on mom's face, I passed it back without taking a toke.
'Nice party' I thought. 'No girls, no weed, and no fun.'
After several hours on the bus without moving an inch, some of the kids made the driver let them out so they could walk to the festival. By this time there were plenty of people walking past us, so mom said we should walk too. I was getting bored sitting on the bus, so I agreed and soon we were walking the final five miles.
We had both brought a sleeping bag and an extra blanket, and I had a knapsack with some fresh fruit and assorted canned food. Luckily I also brought a lightweight two man tent, just in case it rained.
We finally made it inside and there was already music in the air. Richie Havens opened the show and was playing some Beatles covers. The band looked tiny from the hillside, but everybody seemed to be having a groovy time, so we picked a spot and rolled out a blanket on the grass. Within ten minutes of sitting down, a cool looking chick walked by with a brown paper bag in her hands.
"Who needs a sugarcube?" she said to no one in particular.
"That sounds nice. I could use something for my sweet tooth." I heard mom saying. Before I could stop her, mom popped a cube in her mouth and held one in her hand for me.
I took the sugarcube from her hand and put it in my mouth. 'This might turn out to be a good time after all' I mused, tasting the slightly bitter LSD underneath the sweetness of the sugar. I thought I should tell mom what she had just taken, and what to expect, but I was still pissed that she had insisted on crashing my party, so I figured I'd just let her take the trip. I couldn't stop it now anyway, we'd both swallowed our dose.
Acid's a funny thing. You take a hit, either on a piece of paper, or a sugarcube, and then nothing happens. You feel perfectly normal for about 45 minutes, then you start getting upset that you got ripped off because nothing's happening. Just when you decide that nothing's going to happen, it happens. Slowly at first, things start to look a little... different. Your skin feels funny, like you're cold, even though you're not, and the whole world seems to just... It's hard to explain, and everybody reacts in their own way, but you know you're on a trip unlike anything you've ever experienced.
The sun was dropping below the horizon when my trip started. I looked around at all the other people in the crowd, wondering if they knew. Knew what? I couldn't really say, but somebody in this crowd must know.
"Oh my, I feel flushed all of a sudden." I thought I heard mom say, although my memory isn't that precise. I do remember just sitting there, letting the music wash over me while I watched a cute couple making out a few yards away. Then a naked guy strolled by, his soft cock swinging back and forth, his long blond hair flowing out behind his head.
"Oh my god, Jeffrey. That man is... he's... oh my word."
I started laughing at the absurdity and pointlessness of it all, the whole thing man, plus the look on my dear sweet mother's face, well I didn't know what to think, but it sure seemed funny just the same.
The band really started grooving up on stage, I think it was Ravi Shankar, and I looked over to see that mom was on her feet, dancing. She had her hands over her head, and her body seemed to be moving like a serpent. Her hips and shoulders were moving rhythmically from front to back, her flower print skirt was waving like a flag in a light breeze. The naked blonde guy walked by again, but this time he stopped briefly to dance with my mom. I thought she'd slap him for swinging his cock in front of her like that, but she kept dancing like nothing unusual was happening. Naked guy smiled before moving on, back to wherever he was going. I think it rained some during that first night, but again, my memory isn't too precise.
Time's a funny thing when you're tripping, so I can't say how long mom was dancing before I looked over at her and saw that she'd taken her shirt off. She hadn't been wearing a bra, so her ample boobs were swaying from side to side as she moved her hips. I looked around and saw several other chicks dancing topless, some were even fully nude, and it seemed like the most normal thing in the world. I decided to take my shirt off, so I sat up and pulled it over my head, then I lay on my back, listening to the music and looking at the stars. Arlo Guthrie was on stage now, playing one of my favorites, 'Coming into Los Angeles'.
"Was there something in that sugarcube?" I heard mom's voice in my ear, and felt her nipples pressing against my chest.
