“Just give it a try, honestly, it's not as scary as you think!” She tried to persuade me.

As if the fact that I hadn’t had sex or even seen a cock in 3 years wasn’t daunting enough on its own, the idea of going to a glory hole was terrifying.

To add some backstory, I had been divorced for 3 years. It was a horrible marriage filled with cheating and hurt, so the idea of dating was repulsive to me. I didn’t even want to talk to a guy, let alone go on a date with one. However, my needs were growing heavy and I was getting tired of watching porn and playing by myself all week. That’s why my friend suggested I visit a glory hole. No pressure of needing to talk to anyone, and I get to play with some cock for the first time in ages.

The idea was intriguing, but at the same time, so fucking dirty to me. Like, what if the guy was disgusting. Or had a gross dick. I played out mostly gross scenarios in my head that scared me away.. Yet, I couldn’t quite get the idea out of my head.I finished the work week with the thought in my head all week. Struggling to focus on anything besides the thought of sucking on some stranger's cock. The weekend arrived and I was losing it.

“You ok Mom, you seem like something is bothering you?” Michael asked me.

Michael is my 20-year-old son. He is my only child and the only good thing that came out of my entire marriage. He’s a quiet boy, who I’d say is a bit more antisocial than I’d like him to be, never really had a girlfriend or much luck in that department. But he's sweet and caring, and I truly don’t know what I’d do without him.

“Yeah, baby, sorry. Just work stuff and such, nothing to worry about” I assured him.

Not wanting to stress him out about anything. He let me know that he was going to be gone most of the day, out with his friends or something. I was glad I’d have the house to myself. I needed some mommy time alone and didn’t want to worry about him hearing anything.

He left and I slipped into a sexy bra and pantie set I had. Not sure why, but I liked looking sexy. Even if just for myself.

I was proud of how I looked at 43. Despite not working out much, I had maintained a pretty tight body. I had 34DD tits, but my best asset was my ass. I loved the way a thong looked on my ass.

I lit some candles and grabbed my iPad and laid on the couch. I needed to get off so badly it hurt. I couldn’t resist. I searched for glory hole porn. I found a compilation that looked sexy and clicked on it. It didn’t take long for me to start squirming. I loved seeing the variety of cocks that slipped through the hole. Some were long, some were thick. The thrill of it had my pussy absolutely soaked and aching. I buried my fingers inside myself with one hand while sucking on my dildo. Imagining what it would be like to have my throat fucked by a complete stranger while I touched myself. I lost count of how many orgasms I had. I threw myself back on the couch and just laid there. My mind racing. Despite how many times I came, I didn’t feel satisfied. I needed the real thing. I couldn’t keep playing by myself any longer. I got up and headed to my room. I didn’t even put on pants or a shirt. I simply grabbed a long coat I had and threw it on and grabbed my keys.

“Don't overthink it, don't overthink it”

I repeated to myself as I got in my car. I knew I could talk myself out of it in a flash so I did my best not to think about it at all and just drove. I didn’t even know how the fuck to get to the room. I just knew it was at the sex shop arcade. I arrived and could feel my heart beating out of my chest. I was losing courage with every passing second but I carried on. I got out of my car and headed inside.

The clerk stared right at me as I walked in and I saw as he raised an eyebrow.

“Evening, anything I can help you find, Miss?”

I was surprised with how courteous he was, but I assumed that's how they were to all ladies. I couldn't bring myself to spit out that I was looking for their glory hole.

“Just browsing” I replied.

And did my best to act nonchalant as I browsed through their toys. I headed to the back of the store and saw a sign that read “Arcade” with a sheet covering the entrance. I felt my stomach literally drop. I looked around to see if anyone was around to see me, and took a deep breath and jumped in.

I arrived at a long, dark hallway filled with small rooms. I truly had no idea where to even go and nearly took off running in a panic. I slowly walked down the hall and finally saw a room with the door wide open. I looked around and walked inside, quickly closing the door behind me. I looked around and there it was. The very thing that had consumed my mind all week. A simple little hole on a black wall, with a switch next to it that read “ready”. I could hardly stand, my legs were shaking so much. I approached the hole and got down on my knees. Staring at that little button for what felt like ages, mortified to press it. I had gotten this far, I couldn't back out now. I took one last deep breath and pushed the button.

I waited eagerly to see what would poke through. Finally, my wait was over. My eyes opened wide as I saw one of the biggest, and truly prettiest cocks I’d ever seen slip through. It was at least 8 inches long, brown, and uncut, but with the head beautifully exposed. I was so mesmerized by it that I forgot the reason I was there. I found myself just staring at it. Dumbfounded. I snapped out of my trance and reached my hand out for it. Grabbing it by the base, I could feel its weight immediately. I spat into my hand and slowly started to stroke it. Instantly I felt my pussy drenched. But I was too focused on this mystery man’s beautiful cock to even touch myself. I stroked it up and down and felt how he twitched when I rubbed over his head. I enjoyed taking things slow. Teasing him at first, licking the head a little while I stroked his member. I wasn't sure who was teasing who, however. I lost all control and opened my mouth as wide as I could to take him in and took him in my mouth. I heard him release a loud moan from the other side when I did that and it turned me on even more. I wasn’t ever the best at sucking cock, but probably because I hated doing it to my ex. Like I never got anything from it, but this time was different. I was lost in this perfect cock, slurping on it, gagging on it, stroking it up and down while I sucked on his head. My pussy was aching and I couldn't take it any longer. I ripped my panties to the side and started to finger fuck myself while I sucked his cock. I instantly came, moaning loudly into his cock. My muffled moans, barely making a sound from how much he was filling my mouth with his huge member. I could tell he was getting close. His balls began to tighten, and his moans grew louder.

“Oh fuck!”

He moaned loudly. I didn't stop. I continued to suck as hard as I could. Yet, something about his voice caught my attention. I buried my fingers back inside myself and geared up for one last orgasm as I drained this man’s balls down my throat. I moaned into his cock as I bobbed up and down it. Holding my breath for as long as I could. His moans grew louder and louder.

“Fuck, don’t stop!” he yelled.

I pushed his cock as far as I could down my throat, which in hindsight, was a mistake. He began to unleash the biggest load I’d ever taken right into my throat. Moaning loudly from his orgasm. I couldn't take it anymore. I pulled his cock out of my mouth and his cum drained out of me while he shot a few more spurts onto my tits and chin. I sat there, panting. Completely out of breath from holding his cock down my throat. Covered in cum. I felt.. dirty, slutty, yet, so fucking good.

I started to recap what just happened in my mind. And again, my mind went straight to his voice. Where had I heard that voice before? In a second's notice, my entire life flashed before my eyes. I was paralyzed. My mouth opened wide in complete and utter shock. I knew who’s voice that was..it was Michael. It was my fucking son. My stomach was in the biggest knot It's ever been in. I was mortified of what I had I just done to him. I wiped the cum off myself in desperation. Nearly in tears, I got up and covered myself up with my coat and stormed out of there.I got into my car and screamed. The memory of draining my very own son's cock into my throat had me completely wrecked. I did my best to get myself together and drove home. My mind racing, terrified of the idea of him coming home that night and having to see him. I ran inside the house and instantly got in the shower. I set the water to as hot as I could handle, wanting to burn the memory from my skin. I got out and jumped into bed, completely naked. Minding my breathing. Trying to stay calm.

What if that wasn’t him, I tried to convince myself. Maybe it was someone with a very similar voice, I thought. But deep down, a mother knows her son’s voice. And I couldn't deny it to myself that it was him. I hadn’t seen my son's cock since he was a boy, but I knew that was his. I felt like such a horrible person, but then, something changed. I realized that at least he didn’t know that it was me. And that brought me some comfort. As mortified as I was at the thought of what I had done, at least knowing he didn't know it was me gave me some peace. I closed my eyes and did my best to fall asleep. But there was no use. I couldn't get the image out of my head. The memory of his huge cock had consumed me. The way his engorged head glistened with my spit and his pre-cum. The thick vein that ran through his shaft. His heavy balls that slapped against my chin with each thrust.

“Snap out of it!” I told myself.

I had no idea what had gotten into me. This wasn't me. Reluctantly, I reached down for my cunt. Hoping this was just in my head, but I was wrong. My soaking pussy sold me out. I knew I was fucked..

To be continued.