Linda was a 43-year-old mother of two who looked like she belonged on the cover of a housewife magazine. Shoulder-length chestnut hair, full D-cup breasts, wide hips, and a plump ass that still turned heads. She had been married to my father for 22 years, but their sex life had died years ago.
I was 19-year-old Ryan — home from college for the summer.
I never expected to discover my mother’s darkest secret.
It started when I borrowed her car one afternoon and found a small receipt in the center console. It was from “Downtown Adult Books & Video” — an old, seedy adult bookstore on the edge of town. The date was just three days earlier.
Curiosity got the best of me.
That same evening, I followed her discreetly when she left the house saying she was “going to the mall.” Instead, she drove straight to the rundown adult bookstore on the outskirts.
I parked far away and watched her walk in, wearing a long coat even though it was warm. My heart was pounding.
I waited ten minutes, then went inside.
The place smelled of stale cigarettes, bleach, and sex. Dim red lights, rows of dirty magazines, and a back section with private video booths.
I saw my mom disappear into the booth area.
I quietly followed and took the booth right next to hers.
The wall between us had a large, well-used gloryhole.
I sat down, heart hammering. Through the hole, I could see movement. Mom had taken off her coat. Underneath she was wearing a tight black dress that hugged her curves. She looked nervous but excited.
She knelt down in front of the gloryhole.
A minute later, a thick anonymous cock pushed through from the other side. Not mine — some random guy.
Mom didn’t hesitate. She wrapped her lips around it and started sucking like a hungry whore. Wet, sloppy sounds filled the booth. I watched in shock as my prim, proper mother deepthroated a stranger’s cock through a gloryhole.
My own cock was rock hard.
I pulled it out and stroked it slowly.
After a few minutes, the stranger groaned and came down her throat. Mom swallowed every drop, then wiped her lips.
She stayed on her knees, clearly waiting for more.
This was my chance.
I stood up and slowly pushed my thick 9-inch cock through the gloryhole.
Mom’s eyes widened when she saw the size.
“Oh my god…” she whispered. “So big…”
She didn’t know it was me.
She immediately took me into her warm, wet mouth. The same mouth that had kissed me goodnight for 19 years was now sucking my cock like a pornstar.
“Fuck…” I groaned under my breath.
Mom worked me expertly — licking the shaft, sucking the head, taking me deeper and deeper until her nose pressed against the wall. She gagged but didn’t stop. Spit ran down her chin onto her dress.
I couldn’t take it anymore.
I pulled back, stood up, and whispered through the hole:
“Turn around and back up against the hole.”
Mom obeyed instantly. She stood up, lifted her dress, and pulled her soaked black panties to the side. Her married pussy was dripping.
I lined up my cock and pushed forward.
The moment my fat head popped inside her, Mom let out a loud moan.
“Ohhh fuck… you’re so thick…”
I thrust deeper, feeding inch after inch into my own mother’s pussy through the gloryhole. When I bottomed out, my balls pressed against the wall.
I started fucking her hard.
The booth shook as I pounded her. Mom was pushing back, fucking herself on my cock like a desperate slut.
“Yes… yes… fuck me harder!” she gasped.
I reached through the hole and grabbed her hips, slamming into her with everything I had. The wet slapping sounds echoed in the dirty booth.
After a few minutes, she started shaking.
“I’m cumming… oh god I’m cumming on your cock!”
Her pussy clenched hard around me as she orgasmed. That pushed me over the edge. I buried myself as deep as possible and unloaded — pumping rope after thick rope of cum straight into my mother’s womb.
When I finally pulled out, a huge amount of my cum gushed out of her and dripped onto the dirty floor.
Mom was panting, still bent over.
I quickly zipped up and left my booth. I waited outside her door.
When she stepped out a minute later, adjusting her dress, she froze when she saw me standing there.
“Ryan…? What are you—?”
I stepped close and whispered:
“I know what you just did, Mom. I was the one who just fucked you through the gloryhole.”
Her face went pale, then bright red with shame… and something else.
“You… you fucked me?” she whispered, voice trembling.
I nodded. “And you loved every inch of it.”
She looked down at the obvious bulge still in my pants, then back up at me. Her eyes were dark with lust again.
Without another word, she grabbed my hand and pulled me into the family restroom at the back of the store.
As soon as the door locked, she dropped to her knees and pulled my cock out again.
“I can’t believe I sucked my own son’s cock…” she moaned before taking me back into her mouth.
This time there was no gloryhole between us.
I fucked her mouth hard, then bent her over the sink and fucked her pussy again — raw, deep, and rough. I made her look at herself in the mirror while I pounded her.
“Look at yourself, Mom. Getting fucked by your son in a dirty bookstore bathroom.”
She came twice more before I filled her again.
We didn’t stop there.
For the rest of the summer, Mom became addicted to our secret. We went back to that bookstore almost every week. Sometimes I would watch her suck strangers, then fuck her right after. Sometimes I would fuck her through the gloryhole while other men waited their turn. Other times we’d rent a private booth and fuck like animals for hours.
The ultimate thrill came one night when Dad was out of town.
Mom dressed like a total slut — tiny skirt, no panties, heels — and we drove to the bookstore together. This time, I fucked her openly in one of the larger booths while other men watched through the holes and jerked off.
She came harder than I had ever seen.
By the end of summer, my mother had become my personal bookstore whore — and we both loved it.
