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Glory Hole

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After two years of college, I felt burned out and decided to take a sabbatical and help my mother with her business. My parents had divorced about the same time that I’d left for college. Mom used some of the money from the divorce settlement to buy a boutique. Then she turned it into a successful business, but she didn't know anything about record keeping and the neglected books were a mess. I was studying accounting, so I was just the person to get her books organized. I planned on putting all of her ledgers on a computer and then teaching her how to keep them herself.
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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. Now she had pixie-cut raven hair framing a warm peaches-and-cream face with intense emerald green eyes and soft, full lips. Much of her 5-foot 7-inch height was graced in long shapely legs. Legs that much of the time remained hidden in sensible business attire. 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.
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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 immediately started getting an erection. She must have felt my cock swelling against her belly, but she gave no indication.
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"Wow, Mom, you are gorgeous,” I laughed.
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"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." I guess I owed my good looks to my father and his Irish ancestry. At 20-years old, male, I was a muscular 6-foot 3, 200 lbs, medium length wavy black hair, and brown eyes.
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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 comfortably, 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.
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There were subtle changes though 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.’
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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 ever picked her up, 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. Even at She certainly didn't look old enough to have one.
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Over dinner one night, Mom mentioned that she had a date so would be going out later. I was sitting on the couch watching TV when she came out of her room dressed for her date. Damn, did she look hot with the top halves of her big breasts 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 breasts.
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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, Dammit!" I thought, "I'm not going to jack off again. I need some pussy and I'm going to go out and get some."
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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 the far stall but it wasn't until I was already seated that I noticed the hole that had been whittled in the wall. When I looked through the hole, I saw what was obviously an empty stall in the women’s restroom. I knew that it was called a ‘glory-hole’ and that it enabled a man in one stall to get a hand or blowjob from the person in the next stall. I couldn't imagine any man in his right mind risking his most precious possession in this manor.
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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.
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I heard the clatter of high heels on the tile floor, but it took me a few seconds to analyze that data. Then those heels were clicking in the stall on the other side of the wall from mine. I bent down, peeked through the hole, and nearly fell off the toilet when I saw my mother.
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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. Then she pulled down one side of her dress and one of her breasts toppled out. As I watched, 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 breasts that I had ever seen. They were the size and shape of ripe eggplants. The perfect breasts 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.
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Mom smiled at me as she tugged on her erect nipples. She hoisted her left breast and licked and sucked the nipple. Then she pleasured the right nipple in the same way. She suddenly reached down and hoisted her dress up around her waist so that I could see her pussy. I stared in awe at my gateway to this world. The little patch of black hair made a perfect landing strip at top of her pink-lipped slit. 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 lets face it, cocks don’t think rationally.
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Mom pulled a thick dildo out of her purse and held it up for me to see. Then 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.
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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?
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I stood and aimed my cock at the hole. I heard Mom suck in her breath as I shoved all 7-inches through the hole for 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 clamped down her lips 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 made the decision for me.
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I was disappointed when Mom's mouth released my cock. It would have felt so good to shoot my load into her mouth. My assumption that things were over because her mouth had left my cock 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 this 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.
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Mom moaned and pressed her ass tightly against the partition. That was my cue to take over, and I began franticly 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.
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Considering how turned on I was, it's surprising that I was able to fuck Mom as long as I did. I had only fucked two girls in my life and had never managed to make either of them cum. I had, however, done considerable reading on the subject of sex and knew that many women have Kegiel 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. God, 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 felt my hot cum flooding her pussy, because she started rotated her ass in both directions to heighten my pleasure.
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Suddenly my cock was out of her warm nest and dangling in the air. She grabbed it and kissed it and then I panicked. I yanked my pants up, covered my head with my jacket as I stormed out of the restroom and made a dash for the door. I made good on my escape and headed home.
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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.
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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 Mom 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 stall on the other side of the wall.
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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 kept 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 blowjobs and they couldn't compare to this one. Mom really knew what she was doing. She never missed 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.
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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.
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The women’s room door opened and then Mom was staring down at me.

"OH, MY GOD, IT WAS YOU!" she shouted as 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 found a quiet corner and pulled out my cell phone.
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"Mom, you have to let me explain."
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"What's to explain? You got a blowjob from your mother. Now you know what a slut I am. I get my kicks by sucking and fucking strangers through holes."
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"You aren't a slut, Mom."
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"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?"
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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.
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"Well, my little bean counter, get over here and put your pencil in your mother’s sharpener," she said.
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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.
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Mom and I both groaned in unison as I climbed on top of her and my cock sank into her soggy pussy. As my cock basted in her juices, Mom clamped her legs around mine, planted her hands on my ass, and taught me how she liked to be fucked.
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"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 nut. 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 breasts. Be gentle with them. Rub your wet thumbs across the nipples. Oh, yes, you're a quick learner. That feels so good."
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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 cumming.
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Although she didn't stop altogether, Mom cut down on her trips to the glory hole. She took me along one night and sucked my cock while another guy that was in the man’s room 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 who might be on the other side.
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The end…

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