It was 1969, The Summer of Love, and Woodstock, an event that would change music history. It was the counterculture revolution.
Martha was there with her oversized round sunglasses, a flower headband, a dress rainbow in color, and no bra.
Martha was now turning fifty; her daughter, Janis, conceived at Woodstock, and named after Janis Joplin, was about to turn twenty-eight.
Janis heard many stories of how she was conceived, the great music her mother still listened to, and the freedom to have sex and exchange partners. Not everyone was into this lifestyle, but Martha was proud of it. She did not know who Janis’s father was but to her it did not matter; it was the most beautiful experience of her life, which she still held onto.
Martha, even at fifty, would not wear a bra. She was a good-looking woman, slender, with small conical breasts, narrow hips, and thin. She had wavy brunette hair that she kept in place with a colorful bandana.
Janis was five-foot eight-inches tall, side set with medium-sized breasts, long blond hair, blue eyes, narrow hips, rounded ass, and firm slender legs.
Janis often told her mother to wear a top when her friends came to the house. Her mother liked her body and wanted to show it off. Martha liked her body but was not as bold as her mother, or maybe not as ‘free’.
It was a month before Janis was to be married. She found a nice-looking man, Thomas, Tom for short, who was also enamored with the sixties. He was five foot eleven inches tall, with brown hair that he wore in a ponytail, green eyes, a slender build, and outgoing. Thomas even had a nineteen sixty-nine restored Volkswagen Van, yellow on the top and flowers painted on the sides below the windows. His parents were also at Woodstock.
Janis and Thomas wanted a wedding reception that would be a memorial to Woodstock. They wanted it to be a surprise. They both wanted to bring their parents back to where they were conceived.
Thomas had both parents. They conceived Thomas at the Woodstock before being married two years later. The father was very successful in business and the mother in real estate. They were paying for the wedding. Thomas also heard many stories of the year that helped shape America.
Their wedding party consisted of one bridesmaid, Janis’s best friend, six maids of honor, one best man, Thomas’s younger brother, and six groomsmen.
Martha and Janis lived in a small New York town just ten miles away from farm country and Bethel, the place where Woodstock occurred. Thomas resided in Bethel on three acres that his father purchased for him. He built a large barn on his property that he rented for weddings and special events. It was painted barn red. On the left side of the barn was a thirty-by-thirty-foot Mammoth Sunflower Garden filled with giant standing sunflowers. A tribute to Woodstock. The flowers were in full bloom in August. On the right side stood an amphitheater for special events overlooking an acre field that could be customized for outdoor events.
They planned the wedding for early August. It would still be summer but not as hot as July.
The bridesmaids were different sizes, from petite to BBW. They would wear light blue dresses with yellow flowers and a band of purple and dark red about four inches wide along the bottom. The dress hung to the ankles in the front and rose to the back of the knees. They also would wear a flowered headband to match the dress. The most crucial point is that they would not wear bras.
The bride would wear a white see-through lace bottom tied to the waist with a bow with an open left leg. A white top with shoulder straps covering the breast area. Her belly button would show in the middle of her top and bottom—white G-string panties visible through the dress and white opened-toed shoes.
The groom and best man were to wear a fitted dark blue dress jacket with one button in the middle. There is to be one red line above each pocket, a white shirt buttoned to the neck, no tie, black slacks, and black shoes.
The groomsmen wore light blue shirts buttoned to the neck, a darker blue vest with a flower on the lapel, mustard-colored pants, and black shoes.
Martha was not interested in marriage; she was content to raise her daughter alone.
“You know, Janis, that people would have sex right in the open for all to see. There was no embarrassment. Open relationships and free sex.”
“What about love? Didn’t people love each other?” asked Janis.
“It was the Summer of Love; everybody loved each other. Just because people had sex with others didn’t mean they did not love someone else. Those that were married would share their wives, and those that would swap partners. Gay, Bi, Lesbians, everyone shared each other because everything was about free expression and love.”
“I know, mom. You have told me a thousand times what it was like. It sounds exciting, and I often think about what free open sex would be like. You lived during a great societal and historical era.”
“I have to confess; I have often thought about your Thomas as a lover, having sex with both of us. I think he will make a good husband.”
“Mom, I love you and would share anything with you. I am just not sure of sharing my future husband.”
“Well, think about it and talk it over with Tom. It would be fun.”
Janis did talk it over with Tom. They agreed that if Tom had sex with her mother, she would also be there.
Two weeks before the wedding, Janis broke the news to her mother.
“Mom, remember what we talked about? You having sex with Thomas?”
“Yes, dear, did you speak with Tom about it?”
“We did talk and agreed that if I was in the room, he could have sex with you. Tom is a good lover; he is sensitive, caring, and not afraid of me telling what I like and do not like in bed.”
“I wondered if you would let Tom fuck me. I am very pleasantly surprised. I am looking forward to it. He is young, and I bet he gets nice and hard. It is only sex; I would never think about taking him from you, even if I could. You are my daughter, and that is more important than sex. You do not have to worry, dear. I love you.”
“I am going to invite Tom to dinner on Friday, will that be ok?” asked Janis.
“Perfect, I will make dinner. We will have a nice NY strip steak and some wine. Thank you, Janis. It has been a long time for me. I am already wet thinking about it.”
“Have you ever thought about me… I mean, having sex with me?”
“Please don’t be upset, but I have; you are so pretty and sexy. I have watched you walk around the house in your nightie, your breast so nice and firm, your little wiggle when you walk, the sexiness of your movements. I have also noticed Tom when he sleeps over. One night I saw him walk from your room to the bathroom; he had a large bulge in his pants. I respect that you are my daughter and never want to force anything you do not want to do on you.”
“Wow! You have thought about me. I can feel myself getting wet.”
“Let me think about it. A threesome might be fun, and we know each other. Maybe Friday will be an interesting night.”
“Or we could try tonight and be ready for Friday,” Martha answered, excitement in her voice.
Janis noticed her mother’s nipples were hard, and she was so wet that a droplet of her woman juice ran along her leg. “Mom, you have me wet now.”
Janis stood and walked over to her mother. She pressed her breast against her mother’s hard nipples. Mother and Daughter stared into the eyes each other. “Mom, I love you.”
“Janis, are you sure about this?”
Janis placed her hands on her mother’s cheeks and moved her lips toward her mother’s lips. Her mother tenderly yet passionately kissed her daughter. Janis pushed her tongue into her mother’s mouth.
“Can we take this to the bedroom, Janis, and get comfortable? We do not have to rush this.”
Janis grabbed her mother’s hand as they walked into her bedroom. Walking over to the bed, they removed their dresses and underwear. They stood naked before each other.
“Mom, you are beautiful.”
“Your breasts are so firm. No wonder Thomas has fallen in love with you. You are so pretty.”
Martha moved into her daughter until their bare breast pressed against their hardened nipples. Janis reached to her mother’s back, running her hands gently across her mother’s ass. Martha followed her daughter’s lead and placed her hands on her daughter’s ass.
Martha reached down to her daughter’s pussy, feeling Janis’s wetness. When her fingers were wet, she pulled them toward her mouth, pulled away from the kiss, and tasted her daughter.
Janis cupped her mother’s breast, then leaned in to suck on her nipples. They both got onto the center of the bed, using their knees. Janis kissed her mother on the neck and shoulders while pressing their bodies together.
“Janis, that is so nice; you are special to me. I want you to know how much I love you. Lay down on your back.”
Janis did, and her mother lay on top of her. Janis had a shaved belly, and Martha left a small patch of hair in the shape of a heart over her pussy. Martha kissed her daughter on the lips, then kissed her neck on both sides. Martha moved her lips to her daughter’s larger and perkier breasts. She gently pulled on her daughter’s nipples, replacing her fingers with her mouth.
Moving further down Janis’s body, she kissed around her belly button down to her pussy lips.
“Oh, mom, that feels so nice.” Janis let out little moans of pleasure to encourage her mother.
Martha separated her daughter’s pussy lips and teased her clit with her tongue.
“Mom, bring your pussy up to my mouth.”
Martha got on her knees and straddled her daughter’s body, moving her pussy back until it was in her daughter’s face.
Janis put her arms around her mother’s waist and pulled her back until she could use her tongue on her mother’s cunt. They both were panting heavily as they licked and sucked the other’s wetness.
Both bodies began to shake and tighten as they entered each other’s mouths. They were happy they both came together.
“I often wondered what sex with another woman would be like, and now I know. That was great, mom.”
Friday night:
The doorbell rang. Janis ran to the bell and let Thomas in. She reached up, grabbed his neck, and kissed him enthusiastically. Martha stood in the hall, watching the passion between the two of these young lovers. Thomas noticed Martha as he deliberately grabbed her daughter’s ass and raised her feet above the floor.
Martha wore a thin white top, her nipples already poking against the material. Janis wore the same light white top, her nipples pressing against Thomas’s chest.
Thomas put Janis down and kissed her neck while grabbing her breast. Janis grabbed his cock through his shorts.
Martha grabbed a breast with one hand and put the other hand in her pants, rubbing her clit.
Thomas unzipped his zipper, pulled his cock out of his pants, and pushed Janis down to her knees. Janis knew her mother would be watching, so she pulled his shorts down; he was not wearing anything underneath; she moved his cock to the side of her head, grabbed one of his balls, and placed it into her mouth.
Martha removed her top and shorts, giving Thomas a nice view of her body. She was surprised by the size of his cock. Thomas could see her thigh shine as Martha’s pussy juice ran down her leg.
Janis started jerking her future husband’s cock, as if offering it to her mother. Her mother took the hint, walked over to them, got on her knees, and in their amazement, Martha swallowed the whole eight and a half inches. Janis looked up at Thomas; his head was looking at the ceiling as he let out a deep moaning sound. Four seconds later, she came up for air, taking a deep breath, her saliva dripping on her chin and hanging from Thomas’s male member.
“My god, mom, how do you do that?”
“Do it again, Martha!” said Thomas
“Practice, dear, I have had a lot of it. I won a deep throat contest at Woodstock.”
Martha swallowed his cock again, gagging at four seconds, coming up for breath. Janis tried swallowing his man sword. She could swallow a little more than half, gagged, and came up for air.
“Let’s finish this in the bedroom. I want that cock in my pussy,” cried Martha.
They entered Martha’s bedroom. Martha and Janis used their elbows to bend over at the edge of the bed. Thomas fucked one then the other.
“Oh, Thomas, the way you fuck is amazing. You are a lucky woman Janis. Thanks for sharing.”
The Wedding Day:
The wedding occurred in the barn, the reception outside with the sixties and seventies band. A private tent was set up for those who wanted the whole Woodstock experience.
Many of the guests had attended Woodstock or heard the stories about Woodstock.
The wedding took place, the “I Do’s” were repeated, and the marriage was complete. Dinner was finished, the cake was cut, and the formalities were over. There were over seventy people in attendance—a close-knit group of family and friends.
Everyone went outside as the band played. The first song was “I Can’t Get No Satisfaction” by the Rolling Stones.
The bridal party walked into the “Private Tent,” followed by some guests. They removed their clothes and danced. The women looked around the room, staring at the hard cocks of varying lengths and widths, their pussies getting wet and ready for some sexual excitement. The men had only to look at all the different breast shapes and sizes, and they got hard.
Martha started the fun by selecting a young black man with a large, hard dick, walking him over to a table, laying on her back, lifting her legs, and watching as his cock disappeared inside her cunt.
Janis bent over the table as Thomas inserted his cock into her pussy. The BBW grabbed the thinnest, tallest man and began fucking him. The maid of honor and the best man lay on a blanket in the sixty-nine position and started sucking on each other.
One of Thomas’s male friends asked Tom’s mother to dance, while one of the bridesmaids took his father over to another blanket so he could fuck her. His mother did not dance long as she got on her knees and began sucking her new partner’s shaft.
The band played Jim Croce’s song “Bad, Bad, Leroy Brown”.
Everyone had at least one partner to play with. The music was fading as the moaning and groanings, and words without meaning were heard throughout the tent.
Martha sucked another man’s cock while being fucked by her black partner. Martha was cumming for the third time as another couple joined them. Another woman rested her head on Martha’s stomach as the younger black man allowed her to suck his cock when he pulled out of Martha.
Thomas had his cock in his new wife’s ass. He grabbed her waist and fucked her hard and fast.
“This is even better than Woodstock,” yelled Martha.
Everyone that had their mouth free agreed. A group of six formed around the BBW, watching her huge tits shaking and rolling around her chest as she was fucked in both her rear holes. Another bridesmaid was kissing her and sharing tongues. The men took turns fucking her.
A small-breasted older woman was taking advantage of the moment as a much younger man had his face buried in her cunt.
Someone in the tent began screaming, “I’m going to cum.”
Nearly everyone under the tent was ready to cum. The sounds and smells of sex were just too much to take in. Cum was shooting everywhere. One lady had squirted so much that the blanket and ground in front of her were soaked. Tablecloths needed to be changed because of cum stains. Warmed towels were waiting for those who wanted to wipe the cum from their bodies.
They all gathered around Thomas and Janis. They began to yell: “Cum for us, Cum for us.”
They did not disappoint. Janice had her mouth open and tongue waiting as Thomas felt his cum rising up his shaft and shot his load into Janis’s mouth.
“Swallow, swallow, eat it, eat it.” The crowd cheered.
Janis turned and opened her mouth wide, showing the crowd her puddle of cum, and then swallowed.
“What a great tribute to the “Summer of Love”, Martha shouted. Everyone clapped.
It was a wedding they would never forget. Now everyone in attendance would have a story to pass on to their generations.
