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Glory-Hole Mom


After two years of college, I decided to take a sabbatical and help my mother with her business. My parents had divorced about the same time that I left for college. Mom used some of the money from the divorce settlement to buy a boutique. She turned it into a successful business, but she didn't know anything about recordkeeping and the neglected books were a mess. I was studying accounting, so I was the right person to get her organized. I planned on putting all of her ledgers on a computer and then teaching her how to keep them herself.

I wasn't prepared for what I saw when I walked into Mom's store. I didn't even recognize her at first. She had always been pretty enough to turn heads, but after the divorce she had transformed herself into a radiant beauty. She had lost a few pounds and had chosen a more fashionable hairstyle. Curly black hair framed her peaches-and-cream face. The low-cut top of her designer dress glorified her beautiful breasts and the tempting cleavage between them. She looked like something right out of the pages of Vogue.

She beamed when she saw me and came forward with outstretched arms. I couldn't help noticing her long, sleek legs. We held our embrace much longer than was appropriate for a mother and son. I could swear I felt her hard nipples digging into my chest. As her expensive scent wafted up to my nostrils, I began getting a hard-on. She must have felt my cock swelling against her belly.

"Wow, Mom, you are gorgeous."

"Well, you turned out pretty good yourself. You went off to college a boy and came home a man, and a handsome one at that."

Since my visit was supposed to be temporary, it didn't make sense for me to get an apartment of my own, so I settled into my old room. Mom and I got along very nicely, just as we always had. I don't recall her ever hitting me or even raising her voice to me. My father always took care of the discipline, but I was a good kid and he didn't have to resort to that very often.

There were subtle changes in my relationship with Mom. Now that she was no longer a married woman, she was available, and she let me know it. She flirted with me, something she had never done before. Our racy conversations sometimes crossed over into X-rated territory. I still remember the thrill the first time I heard her say those lovely words "fuck" and "cock".

Not surprisingly, Mom had many suitors and she went out on dates once or twice a week. I thought it was strange that none of her dates picked her up and that she always drove to meet them instead. I decided that she didn't want her dates to know that she had a grown son. She certainly didn't look old enough to have one.

Over dinner one night, Mom said she had a date and would be going out later. I was sitting on the couch watching TV when she came out of her room. Damn, did she look hot with the top halves of her big tits hanging out of her designer dress! The hem was high enough to be sexy without being tasteless. As she bent over to peck me on the cheek, I got my best look yet at her mouth-watering boobs.

After Mom left, I pulled out my cock and began stroking it. I had jacked off a lot since coming home. Being around such a sexy woman day and night had my balls producing at one hundred percent capacity. "No, damnit!" I thought. "I'm not going to jack off again. I need some pussy and I'm going to go out and get some."

I drove to a bar that had a reputation as a good place to pick up women. My heart sank when I walked in the door. Men outnumbered the women five-to-one. I decided that as long as I was there, I might as well have a few drinks. Eventually, nature called and I made my way through the milling crowd to the restroom. I took a stall but it wasn't until I was already seated that I noticed the hole that had been whittled in the partition. I knew that it was called a glory-hole, and that it enabled a man in one stall to get a hand or blow job from the person in the next stall. I couldn't imagine any man in his right mind risking his most precious possession.

I decided that as long as it was extremely unlikely that I was going to get any sex that night, I might as well give myself relief. My cock responded to my touch and was rock hard in seconds. I was a little uneasy about the glory-hole even though the other stall was vacant.

I heard the clatter of high heels on the terrazo floor, but it took me a few seconds to analyze that data. Then those heels were clicking in the stall next to mine. What was a woman doing in the men's room? I bent down, peeked through the hole, and nearly fell off the toilet when I saw my mother!

It was immediately obvious that she wasn't there to take care of a bodily function because the lid was down and she was sitting on it. When she saw my eye peeking through the hole she winked and flashed a brilliant smile. She pulled down one side of her dress and one of her tits toppled out. She wet a finger and traced wet circles around the nipple, which began to respond immediately. Another yank and I was staring at the finest pair of tits that I had ever seen. They were the size and shape of ripe eggplants. The perfect tit has just enough droop to bring to mind a ripe fruit dangling from a branch, and that is how hers were hanging. The round nipples were so alike that they could have been painted on with a template.

Mom smiled at me as she tugged on her nipples. She hoisted her left tit and lapped at the nipple, then she pleasured the right nipple in the same way. She suddenly reached down and hoisted her dress up around her waist to reveal her pussy. I stared in awe at my gateway to this world. The thick patch of black hair would have been a perfect triangle if the top hadn't been rounded. At that point I should have pulled up my pants and made a dash for the door. After all, my curiosity about my mother's body had been satisfied. But by then, my cock was doing my thinking for me, and cocks do not think rationally.

Mom pulled a thick dildo out of her purse and held it up for me to see. She took the rubber head into her mouth and pretended that she was sucking a real cock. Her fingers began moving around on her pussy as my hand began coasting up and down my shaft. After Mom had thoroughly wet the dildo, she brought it down between her legs and slowly pushed it up into her pussy. The smile on her face gradually melted away and was replaced by a frown of intense concentration. Her nostrils flared and her blue eyelids fluttered.

As I watched my mother masturbate, an evil thought came to mind. I was sure she didn't know that her admirer was her own son. The bar had been so crowded that it was unlikely that our paths had crossed. Did I dare take this to the next level?

I stood and aimed my cock at the hole. I heard Mom suck in her breath as I shoved all seven inches in front of her. I was afraid to make a sound for fear it would tip her off to my identity. Nothing happened for minutes, or maybe it just seemed like minutes, then, just as I started to pull my cock back, Mom's hand closed around it. She stroked it for several minutes before taking the head in her warm, wet mouth. She took a deep gulp and it went right down her throat. She drew a vacuum and slowly pulled back. As the vacuum increased, her wet mouth collapsed around my cock. That wonderful sucking mouth got tighter the closer her lips came to the head. I was unable to suppress a gasp as her lips slid across the neck and head of my cock. The wet pop of her mouth was followed by her giggle at the sight of my cock lurching all the way up against the partition. That wonderful suck was followed by a dozen identical sucks, each ending with her mouth slipping off. I knew I wouldn't last much longer and wrestled with my conscience over what I should do. Then she decided for me.

I was disappointed when I felt Mom's hand smoothing the rubber down over my cock. It would have felt so good to shoot my load into her mouth. My assumption that the purpose of the rubber was to keep the cum out of her mouth was wrong. I wasn't disappointed for long. I soon felt something warm and soft against the tip of my cock, and then I was fucking my own mother! Twenty-two years earlier, my own head had emerged from the very canal that my cock-head was now entering. Mom must have been bent forward at a ninety-degree angle and was backing onto my sheathed cock. Suddenly she began to pump, and with each backward thrust onto me more of my cock sank into her. Soon she was thrusting back so hard that the partition began to shake and rattle. I pressed my ear against it and tried to gauge how far along she was by her sounds, but all I could hear was heavy breathing. She had apparently trained herself to fuck quietly. It would not have been prudent to make a lot of noise in a public restroom.

Mom moaned and pressed her ass tightly against the partition. That was my cue to take over, and I began thrusting into her. When I looked down and saw my cock driving in and out of the hole, I couldn't suppress a giggle. It was just about the funniest thing that I had ever seen. But there wasn't anything funny about the sensations I was experiencing.

Considering how turned on I was, it's surprising that I was able to fuck Mom as long as I did. The rubber certainly helped to desensitize my cock. I had only fucked two girls and had never managed to make them cum. I had, however, done considerable reading on the subject of sex and knew that many women have Kegel contractions in the walls of their pussies when they cum. Then I knew it was true as Mom's pussy clamped down on me at irregular intervals. I was making my mother cum! I held back as long as I could but the inevitable finally happened and I shot my load. Mom must have known I was cumming by the throbbing of my cock. She rotated her ass in both directions to heighten my pleasure. Suddenly my cock was out of her warm nest and dangling in the air. She grabbed it and slid the rubber off. I panicked then. I yanked my pants up, covered my head with my jacket, and made a dash for the door. I made good on my escape and headed out the front door.

The next morning at breakfast, Mom acted as though nothing had happened. I was very relieved. My greatest fear was that some sound that I had made or some feature of my cock had tipped her off. I vowed to put the incident out of my mind and to never go near that bar again. But I couldn't stop thinking about it and jacked off to the memory a dozen times.

As I got hornier, my resolve melted like a block of ice, and one Saturday night I found myself back at that same bar at the same time. I hid in a dark corner and scanned the crowd until I caught a glimpse of her on the other side of the room talking to a woman. I watched her lips and tried to decipher what she was saying. Then I recognized a phrase - "Excuse me, I have to go powder my nose." I had stationed myself close to the restrooms so the trip was a short one and I was soon settled into the same stall that I had been in before. Once again, I heard the clatter of high heels. My heart raced with excitement as Mom took her place in the next stall.

I peeped through the hole and was treated to the same masturbation show as before. "It's so evil of you to trick your mother like this," my conscience said. "Go fuck yourself," was my answer. Soon Mom's soft lips were once again servicing my cock. It was heavenly! She used the same technique as before - all the way on, then all the way off. Then she switched to a more conventional style. She constantly swished her mouthful of spit back and forth around my cock. I never knew what was coming next, soft or hard, deep or shallow. I had only had a couple of blow jobs and they couldn't compare to this one. Mom really knew what she was doing. She didn't miss a beat when I began unloading. Her mouth got wetter with each spurt until it felt like she had a mouthful of warm broth. She didn't stop sucking until she had drained every drop.

My successful escape the last time had given me false confidence. I quickly pulled up my pants, covered my head with my jacket and made a dash for the door. I would have made it if not for that untied shoelace. How the fuck had that come untied? It was my downfall. I tripped over it and went head over heels. The door to Mom's stall opened and then she was staring down at me.

"OH, MY GOD, IT WAS YOU!" she shouted. She ran out of there like a swarm of hornets was in pursuit. I searched the bar for her in vain. I wanted to try to explain, but I really didn't have an explanation and never would have. I had a couple of drinks and then went to a phone booth.

"Mom, you have to let me explain."

"What's to explain? You got a blow job from your mother. Now you know what a slut I am. I get my kicks by sucking and fucking strangers through holes."

"You aren't a slut, Mom."

"You don't think so, huh? Well, you will in a few seconds. It was bound to happen eventually. Why don't you come home and let's make it official?"

I don't even remember the drive home. I was like a zombie as I walked through the front door. I stumbled my way to her bedroom. She was stretched out on the bed wearing nothing but a big smile.

"Well, my little bean counter, get over here and put your pencil in my sharpener," she said.

As I stripped off my clothes I was glad that I kept myself in good shape with regular workouts. Mom seemed to like what she was seeing. "You fucked me a couple of weeks ago, didn't you?" I nodded. "I thought your cock looked familiar." Mom positioned herself for a missionary-style fuck as I approached the bed with my rock-hard cock bobbing in front of me.

Mom and I groaned in unison as my cock sank into her soggy pussy. The first time I fucked her, the rubber had prevented me from enjoying her wetness, but now my cock was basting in her juices. Mom clamped her legs around mine, planted her hands on my ass, and taught me how she liked to be fucked.

"Your father was a selfish pig," she said. "He just rammed his cock in as hard and fast as he could until he got his gun. Sometimes I felt like a garbage disposal for his semen. I'm going to teach you how to do it right. Imagine that your cock is a crowbar and my pussy is a door that you are trying to pry open. Come in from different angles and to different depths. Move your ass around in a circle and corkscrew into me. And don't forget my tits. Be gentle with them. Rub your wet thumbs across the nipples. Oh, yes, you're a quick learner. That feels so good."

I had learned a lot from my mother, but perhaps what I learned that night was the most important thing of all - how to please a woman. I felt like the world's greatest lover when Mom ground her belly against mine, dug her fingernails into my ass, and shouted that she was coming.

Mom cut down on her trips to the glory-hole but didn't stop altogether. She took me along one night and sucked my cock while the man in the next stall watched. Then I watched her blow three guys in a row and spit their loads into the toilet. So the next time you come across a glory-hole, my advice is to take a peek through it. You never know what might be on the other side.

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