Gloryhole Mother

taboo erotica / 18+ / adults only

Here’s a quick, breezy read from 2019 that’s been revised. Originally it was past tense, I changed it to present tense.

But here’s the fun thing, spoiling the story a bit... In the original story the son finds out, the mom reveals herself in the booth while sucking and they have some dialogue in the orgasm part. The son had no idea prior, but the mom did, she intentionally put herself in that situation.

In this new version, I changed it so that the son never finds out. The mom keeps it her secret. Also, in this version, the mom is married was briefly a hotwife for her husband.

At the end of the story I set 2 polls.

— Do you like that the son never knows?

— Do you like that the mom is married?

Personally, the mom being married has little impact on a story… not just this story, but in general. But I like the idea of son never knowing. It could be interesting in longer form stories, like son is getting medical care and he thinks a ‘nurse’ is taking care of him, when it’s actually her. Or something secret at work and he’s blindfolded and she keeps the secret to herself or with a female friend.

Something to consider for future stories, makes it fun and new. I’m interested to see how the voting goes on this.

be well,

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Jennifer is a married accountant who dreams of sucking cock at a nearby gloryhole. It’s located inside a fancy restaurant. Her fantasy is just that, a fantasy. From what she reads online, patrons are businessmen who need a little ‘relief’ during their lunch break. And most of the ‘performers’ are strippers or waitresses who need extra cash, or women who love sucking cock and don’t want to be judged.

Some of her nights are spent rubbing herself while reading the salacious details that visitors and performers had posted. She’d rub and rub while reading every word. Then she’d close her eyes and imagine herself on her knees, in a small room, with a dick in her mouth, bobbing her head.

Oftentimes she’d imagine peeking through the hole and seeing the man unzip himself. Office guys are her type. The size of the cock doesn’t matter, just as long as they’re throbbing in her mouth. Another thing that gets her off is thinking about sucking someone she knows in that gloryhole. But of course, the other person wouldn’t know it’s her. She’d think of sucking off a co-worker or boss. Then later, through the course of her ordinary day, she’d see him again and smile.

Her darkest fantasy originated from a wet dream. Her son -- yes -- her son was someone only used in emergencies when she was desperate for a big orgasm. Stress from long hours of accounting can do that to a woman.

The first time that fantasy turned vivid was after her son landed a job at a downtown firm. Near the gloryhole place. She shared her son’s joy, as any mother would. That night, she dreamt of her son with those new pants down to his ankles. She dreamt of her son putting his hard penis through that round hole. And those lips that are sucking his cock? Hers. Ready, eager, and tightly wrapped.

She awoke with a wet pussy. After laying in bed for a few minutes next to her husband, feeling the shame of being a mother who had an orgasm dreaming of her son’s dick, she slipped her hand under her panties and made herself cum again. While her husband was still asleep. It was her secret anyway.

In her rationalization, she earned the right to have such a dark fantasy. She had stayed faithful for years, even after her husband was caught cheating, and even after that brief cuckold phase that her husband begged for. They tried it years ago where he watched her with another man. Afterward they agreed it wasn’t right for their marriage but the damage was done. Her husband became disinterested in her sexual needs.

And it was Jennifer who built their son’s career. She guided him through college and a decent white-collar job. She had made dozens of phone calls and sent countless emails to everyone she knew in the city, swallowing her pride to get her son hired.

Yes, she earned this fantasy.

***

They usually have breakfast around the same time before getting ready for their jobs. While sitting down to eat, she hears her son on the phone, talking to a boss or some colleagues. She can tell because her son never speaks this formally at home or with friends.

“The Paterson-Royal Downtown restaurant again?” he says. “Sure, that sounds great. Yes… Thanks… See you then.”

Jennifer’s ears perk up and she nearly drops her coffee on the floor. It’s like a strike of lightning, sending a supercharged feeling straight between her legs, turning her wet instantly. That fancy restaurant is the gloryhole place she reads and fantasizes about, and judging by the look on her son’s face, he knows the secrets.

The phone conversation ends and she watches her son come over to the breakfast table to eat. He’s in a delighted mood all of a sudden.

“You’re all smiles this morning,” she says.

“It’s a work thing.”

“You’re going to Paterson for lunch?” she asks. “I’ve read about that place on Yelp. They have good reviews.”

“Oh yeah. Their steaks are great. And their customer service is outstanding.”

Jennifer focuses on her son’s description. Outstanding customer service. That seems like an appropriate description for getting blowjobs during their hours of operation.

“Maybe you can take me there someday,” she says. “You can buy me an expensive meal as gratitude for getting you that job.”

As expected, her son seems startled.

“That could be fun,” he says.

“How about lunch this week? That particular restaurant.”

“Oh, you know I’m busy during lunch. I have to make a good impression and be friends with these guys.”

Her son’s nervous tension is evident. Is he purposely avoiding going there with her during weekday hours? Is he afraid of being recognized by certain patrons or employees?

This confirms Jennifer’s suspicions that her precious, hard working son is getting oral at the backroom gloryhole. How exactly is a mother supposed to feel about that? Her sexuality and role as a parent are colliding in ways she never thought possible.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

Jennifer snaps out of her daze. “Yeah, it’s just, I have a lot on my mind.”

“Oh yeah, me too.”

“Welcome to adulthood,” she says.

***

For the next few hours, Jennifer’s mind goes back and forth between her job and her personal life. She sits behind her desk, sifts through papers and documents on screen, and in between she thinks about her son standing in a gloryhole with his penis inserted, seeking carnal pleasure. She imagines his penis being rock hard. She wonders who the lucky woman will be. She imagines her son’s facial expressions while being sucked.

Her maternal side wonders if her son will be gentleman enough to thank the woman when the blowjob is finished, or if he’d pull his flaccid penis away in a rude manner. The ultimate paradox of unholy thoughts.

She even imagines herself on her knees, sucking off her own son. Her thoughts are drifting into dangerous territory, because if she wants, she can walk down to that restaurant, talk to the manager, and get behind one of those booths to ‘perform’ these acts. Her pussy is now drenched and her panties are stained.

A mantra forms in her mind: “I deserve this… I deserve this… I deserve this…”

Yes, as a career-woman and housewife who works tirelessly to pay the bills and cater to her family, she does deserve this. She’s the kind of straight-laced office woman who agrees with everyone and laughs at everyone’s jokes. The unassuming kind. All her life, she’s worked so hard serving others that she deserves feelings of intense pleasure, no matter how taboo or socially unconscionable.

It’s no one else’s business anyway.

That leads into her next mantra: “No one will ever know… No one will ever know… No one will ever know…”

How could anyone find out? The gloryhole system is designed to be anonymous. Men and women are filtered for quality control. If she’s smart and does everything right, she can get away with this.

By lunch time, she cancels her plans with colleagues. They were planning to go have Indian food together. She’ll grab a small sandwich later. Jennifer finds herself with an appetite for something else instead. Something salacious for her current taste.

It’s a 15 minute walk through downtown. Her feet and heels are tired from the brisk walking, but she focuses on her plans. The long walk gives her time to think and get fresh air, to make sure she won’t regret this later. The closer she gets, the more she’s certain about this.

This is her first visit to the crowded restaurant filled with business people on their lunch break. Lively conversations are had. Politics and the state of the economy are being discussed. Deals are being made in some cases. But she can’t be seen by her son and only has a vague idea of what to do. When she approaches the backroom area, she gets the attention of a young waitress.

“Can you help me with something?” Jennifer asks. “This is a little embarrassing, but I’d like to use the bathroom.”

“To your left, ma’am.”

She shakes her head. “No, no. I mean, I’d like to freshen up. I have a particular appetite for something. I’ve never done this before.”

“Can you be more clear?”

Jennifer clears her throat. “Something that only happens in the back rooms here. Something that ends with a mouth full.”

“Ah, yes. Did you have someone in mind? Or the chef’s choice?”

Jennifer pulls her phone out, unlocks it, and flips through the screen until she finds a clear picture of her son wearing a suit. She shows it to the waitress, who nods.

“Handsome young man. Excellent choice.”

“Yes, make sure we’re paired. And please, keep it a secret.”

“Of course, I’ll have the lucky young man brought to you. Follow me.”

Jennifer is escorted past the private dining area, past the bathrooms, to a private room. There are beautiful red curtains on the wall. There is only one light which creates a sense of erotic atmosphere. The space is narrow and it’s very clean and furnished, like a world-class hotel. She can hear the sounds of the kitchen staff preparing meals from a distance, the conversations in the busy dining area, but she can also hear the faint sounds of sucking and slurping nearby. The sound is almost hypnotic.

There are two other women in there having a conversation, they’re dressed in modern fashion for women their age, but they have that air of being sex workers, here as a side hustle. A waitress walks by after washing her hands and uses a paper towel to wipe her mouth.

None of them say a word to Jennifer, or even acknowledge her awkwardly standing there, as if there’s some unwritten code about respecting the privacy of new cocksuckers. As if knowing this can be shameful for career women.

She checks her watch as the minutes pass. She listens to the sound of cooking from the kitchen to her right side and the sound of slurping to her left side. Several times she considers walking away, which is what any responsible mother should do. A woman like Jennifer -- with her career and good social standing -- should never be in line for anything like this.

The mantras appear in her mind. ‘I deserve this… no one will ever know…’ But as if on autopilot, Jennifer’s feet move toward the exit, backing slowly to avoid the attention of the other women in the room. No matter how drenched her panties are, she wants to leave before she does something she’ll regret. Fantasy is one thing, but reality is something else.

“Ma’am, your booth is ready,” a man says.

Jennifer turns to see the man approaching her, sharply dressed with an emotionless face, and he gestures toward an open booth. No other instructions are given. No indication of who’s on the other side of the booth. Her chance of being a cocksucker is here, presented on a silver platter. The man glares at her and wonders why she’s hesitating.

Again she’s on autopilot, following the man as she’s guided toward the booth. The slurping noise grows louder. Jennifer gets her first look inside of an occupied booth which has the curtain open; a middle-aged black woman wearing an office suit is on her knees sucking two different cocks. There’s one cock extended through each hole and she’s jerking both of them. Her mouth goes back and forth in tandem giving each guy an equal suck.

Seeing this gives her a sense of realness. Jennifer freezes for a moment, her legs clench together, and she thinks about leaving before the man guides her to the available booth.

Much like the waiting area, the booth is clean and there’s also a white pillow on the floor. Red curtains decorate the walls. The lights are dimmed and there is a hole for a cock to enter.

“Thank you,” Jennifer says.

Her feet move towards the booth. The man helps her inside. Everything is surreal. This is new territory for her completely. All her life, she’s never even stepped foot in a nightclub or anyplace where sex was the sole thing on people’s minds. Everything has always been straight laced and proper.

Jennifer adjusts her clothes and gets on her knees. The pillow on her knees is extremely comfortable. Whoever purchased the pillows here must have been a woman with lots of experience because these are great for the knees. Only a fellow cocksucker would understand. She hears talking. A group of men joking amongst themselves.

This is it. When she hears the voices near, her blood rushes. When she hears her son’s voice talking to someone, her clitoris turns erect. So do her nipples which press against her bra.

Her son enters the booth on the other side and closes the door. Jennifer is afraid to look through that tiny hole because she’s fearful her son might look as well. Then they’d accidentally recognize each other and life would become extremely difficult for them going forward.

The sound of a belt unbuckling and a zipper coming down makes her mouth water. This is something out of a dream. It’s something that’s never supposed to happen.

Slowly, her son’s penis makes its way through the hole. There’s enough light that she can see it clearly. She notices every line, vein, and color on her son’s penis. The cock is mostly erect. Her son is definitely a man now. This is a grown man’s penis. For a moment, she’s transfixed like she’s admiring it. Almost proud of it. Her mouth waters as she stares closely. The image of her son’s penis is now seared into her memory forever.

“Are you there?” he asks, in a shy and soft voice.

In a split second, Jennifer no longer views this as a ‘man’s cock.’ The soft and tender voice makes her remember that this is her sweet son, innocent and perfect in every way. But in this booth, she has a job to do, and a dark fantasy to fulfill.

She opens her mouth and takes the tip. She sucks on it with her eyes open. Oh yes, she’s going to savor this. And remember it forever. Before bobbing, she just suckles and gently nibbles. She strokes the head of the cock with her tongue. Not just to pleasure her son, but to taste it. Her son tastes pleasant.

Breaking the tight suck, she pinches the tip of her son’s dick to hold it straight, then she strokes her tongue across it. It’s delicious and she feels it harden even more. When she hears her son moaning, she knows she’s doing something right.

When the cock throbs as hard as it can go, Jennifer marvels at her handiwork. She looks at her son’s amazing erection. It’s so hard that it’s nearly twitching. Shiny from her saliva, her licking and sucking. Warm fluids drip from it. It looks desperate for more.

Being an attentive and loving mother, Jennifer feels it’s only right to provide that relief to the best of her abilities. The worst thing she can do at this point is to leave her son high and dry.

She opens wide and takes as much as she can, nearly to the back of her throat. When she closes her lips and gives a hard suck, she feels the dick twitching and throbbing in her mouth, and she hears her son moaning.

“God, you’re better than the last woman,” he says.

The last woman? How many have there been? She beams with a strange sense of maternal pride as she sucks. The words ring in her head. ‘You’re better than the last woman.’

At least she’s the best, better than any professional or hobbyist who’s been kneeling here before. That maternal pride swells inside her heart while the thick cock aches and throbs between her lips and across her tongue. She sucks with all her might, giving pleasure no one else can match.

She lets the dick slide out of her mouth. “You deserve it.”

Her voice comes in a low, disguised whisper as she strokes, then she goes back to sucking. This memory is forever seared in her mind. His mind, too. It’s time to finish this and move on with life. She can’t keep her son here all day and they both have to return to work.

As she strokes, she feels her son’s body tense. He almost pulls back a little, before she tugs at the cock to bring him back and keeps on sucking.

She keeps silent after that, terrified he might recognize her voice. Instead she pours everything into going deeper, wetter, more loving than any other woman he ever had. She lets her cheeks cave around his dick from the powerful suction and she bobs. The cock touches the top of her throat with each bob.

The cock probes around her mouth and she thinks: ‘Do you recognize my lips? These lips have kissed you goodnight, how many times? Do you recognize them? I bet you never imagined they’d be around your dick.’

Jennifer smiles to herself knowing how badly she’s teasing the young man. She goes harder and faster this time. The cock swells and jerks. Yes, there’s no doubt about it. However her son feels emotionally about this, his cock needs this.

“Oh god,” he whispers.

His voice cracks as if he’s on the verge of tears.

Jennifer’s mind races with forbidden thoughts: ‘Enjoy your blowjob. In this booth, I’m your Gloryhole Mother. Do you like that? A dick sucking from your own mother. Do you like getting a blowjob from me? Cum in my mouth and show me. Prove it to me.’

The cock throbs and swells to impossible standards. It’s ready to burst with cum. She treats it carefully. Yes, her son wants this badly. She keeps on sucking and stroking, until she finally feels his body jerk.

Before eating her son’s climax, she deepthroats to show how much she loves him. It’s something she does on rare occasions with past lovers and her husband. She relaxes her throat and lets the cock slide in, stretching her opening. She’s on the brink of tears streaming down her face. She makes gurgling noises.

“I’m going to cum,” he whispers in a low voice.

Jennifer pulls her head back to stop from gagging. Saliva hangs down her lips and she slurps it.

A few gentle strokes of the wet shaft is all that’s needed. With her lips wrapped tightly once again, the hard cock sprays into her throat, mouth, and tongue with thick globs of cum. Each spurt shoots hard and fast. Hot, salty, and creamy. Does he normally cum this much? Or is this because of her?

She keeps swallowing to prevent an overflow. The last thing she wants is to gag, which would ruin her makeup, or anything to drip, which would stain her clothes. So she swallows, slurps, and sucks. After several more hard spurts, she feels the cock deflate between her lips and she uses her tongue to swipe the tip of the penis several times to devour everything.

“That was… great… thank you.”

His voice is breathless.

Realizing the gravity of what she’s done, Jennifer’s stomach twists with crushing guilt. She’s just swallowed her son’s cum while her husband is at the office, completely oblivious. The same husband who once watched her with another man and then asked to stop. This is so much worse.

She wipes her mouth and chin with the back of her hand, but some cum and saliva glisten on her lower lip as she steps out of the booth. Her heart pounds and she rushes through the back area to avoid her son, keeping her head down. A few businessmen and employees glance at her flushed face. An older man does a double-take, noticing the wet shine on her chin. The shame burns but her pussy throbs. On the street she blends into the crowd of other working professionals. But unlike other women, she is uniquely a Gloryhole Mother.

End