Novel Sweet
33
Son Bangs His Slut Mommy at the Gloryhole
All along the ride home from church, Kirsten brainstormed the next story she would write. She was still hot and bothered about penning the wicked tale of how her parents turned Mrs. Green, the preacher’s wife, into a gloryhole slut.
Now she was thinking about how Max, her son, could lose his virginity to his mother without ever knowing it. Kristen knew Max wasn’t getting any from his girlfriend Chastity. She lived up to her name, though the idea she might be getting relief from her sister did tickle the back of Kristen’s mind.
But she had a far, far bigger story to write.
The moment her dad pulled the minivan into the garage, she was out of it, clutching her bible (which also had her special journal) to her chest. She flew through the house, not caring about lunch, and plunged into her room to write.
* * *
Max Green is so horny. He’s nineteen, and he’s not getting anything from his girlfriend Chastity. His parents have his phone and computer locked up with the best nanny software the Christian right has ever created. If he can’t even fill her up on a date, then he needs something.
He has to get a porno mag from the local corner store. Only problem, he’s too embarrassed to buy it.
So he slips it up beneath his shirt. Playboy. Just the title sends a titillating thrill through him. He hurries out of the store and runs right into my father who claps a hand on him. Fear spills through Max as he knows he’s busted.
* * *
Max Green
I was so busted.
I shook there in the parking lot before the store, Mr. Miller’s hand on my arm. I was nearly as tall as him, but that didn’t matter right now. He loomed. He was an adult. I might be nineteen, but I still felt like a child. I swallowed, the Playboy’s plastic wrap cool against my stomach and chest.
“M-Mr. Miller,” I stammered, my blood turning to pure ice. My parents would kill me. Mom and Dad were the perfect Christians. The preacher and his loving wife.
Mr. Miller smiled at me, but I could tell that he knew what I had done. “What do you have stuffed beneath your shirt, Max?”
“Well.” I swallowed. I didn’t know what to say.
“Show it to me,” he said. “Unless you want me to go inside there and tell that nice man you ripped him off.”
My cheeks burned. I swallowed and pulled out the Playboy magazine wrapped in plastic. He turned it over and chuckled as he stared at the busty, blonde model on the cover. He arched an eyebrow and glanced at me.
“Playboy’s pretty vanilla,” he said. “Your first time doing this?”
I nodded.
“Ms. Ivana, MILF of the Year,” he read. “You like MILFs?”
My cheeks burned. “I… What does that even mean?”
“Mother I’d love to, well, I think you can figure out what the F means.”
My eyes widened. “Oh. I didn’t know that’s… I mean… She is mature… I just… She had those… big boobs and… I don’t know, Sir. I just… I was weak. I gave into temptation. Don’t tell my parents. I’ll return it to the clerk and apologize.”
“And he’ll have you arrested for shoplifting,” Mr. Miller said, putting his arm around my shoulder and leading me toward his car. “Son, I get it. You’re a growing boy. You have those urges, and you’re dating a good girl who won’t put out. Chastity is the perfect type of woman to marry. My wife was a virgin. But us men… Well, we have oats to sow. We have to get it out of our system, and jerking it to some titty magazine isn’t going to cut it.”
“What?” I gasped. “What are you talking about?”
“What if I told you there was a MILF–that is a mature woman with big boobs–that offers her services? Anonymously, of course. Through a gloryhole. You never see her. She never sees you, but she’ll take care of your aching needs.”
“Really?” I stared at Mr. Miller. “You mean… you go there?”
“No, no.” He smiled. “I have a wife. And she sucks my cock whenever I want, but for lonely guys like you… Well, it’s perfect. Just know that she’s a married MILF that doesn’t get it from her hubby, so she’s wet and horny.”
This was insane. But I was so horny. “I… Where… Where is this place, Mr. Miller?”
A big grin spread on the older man’s lips. He slapped me on the shoulder and said, “You know that porn shop? The one your parents told you never go to?”
I nodded.
“She starts at 9 am and is there until about 3.” He winked at me. “Has to be home in time for her kids to think she’s being a good housewife.”
I couldn’t wait to go. To get my dick sucked. I swallowed and realized I would need money. But I had savings from summer work. I had been putting it away. I had close to six thousand. I could dip into that to get my dick sucked.
* * *
Max Green is so eager for it. Can’t think of anything else. He’s glad he worked on the summer and has so much saved up. Easily $6000, so he can spend as much as he wants at the gloryhole. As he eats dinner cooked by his mother, he is so hard.
So ready.
It’s all he can think about as he eats his peas and chicken with gravy. His stomach is churning as he cleans his plate. His sister is looking at a flyer for a group of girls who do volunteer work. They called themselves the Sisters of Mercy. Not nuns, just some good girls wanting to help out.
They were said to bring a smile of relief to everyone they visited, but that’s a story for another day.
This one’s about Max Green and how he can barely sleep. He’s so excited for tomorrow and going to the gloryhole. He’s aching for it. He spanked it to that magazine he stole five times, and still needs more. Finally, morning has arrived and it’s time for him to get ready for college.
He’s scared as he comes down for breakfast. His mom is making eggs and bacon. His dad is sipping at his morning coffee while his sister is setting the table. Just a normal breakfast, but Max’s so nervous. He can hardly eat.
His dad leaves first. Then his sister. He’s supposed to go to school now. His mother chides him to hurry up and leave. “You don’t want to be late.”This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .
He doesn’t.
He gets on his bike and he peddles. He starts like he’s going to his college then doubles back. He’s so hard. He can’t wait to get there then… he sees it.
* * *
Max Green
I was so hard as I rounded the corner and saw it.
The Sinful Delights Adult Store. I swallowed as I peddled toward the sleazy building. It has a neon sign that advertises “XXX movies” and “adult toys.” I couldn’t believe I was doing this, but I had to. My cock was so hard. I turned and rounded the corner to the back of the store.
I chained up my bike and stared at the rear entrance. A cheap, cardboard sign with sloppy writing read: “Gloryhole.”
This was it. I darted for the door and opened it. I had my money in my pocket, my dick so hard. I had a bunch of twenties taken from my savings. I hoped it was enough. I had maybe two hundred dollars. I had to do this.
I had never been so scared in my life. I entered a dingy hallway that led to two doors. They both read gloryhole on them. I went to the door on my right. I opened it to see a hole that was maybe six inches across drilled through the drywall and covered in silver duct tape.
This was it. There really was a gloryhole here. The hole was at the perfect height to just stick my cock through. I couldn’t wait to do it. I hurried over to it and froze. What was I doing? This was such a sin. I would get in so much trouble.
I took a step back.
“Don’t be shy,” a flirty voice purred. It was a motherly voice but sensual. I shuddered at how… hungry the woman on the other side was. “Just stick your money and your cock through. I’ll take care of you.”
I trembled as I came up to the gloryhole. I pulled out a twenty and thrust it inside. She took it as another door opened. Someone else was on the other side. What did that mean? The MILF inside purred with excitement.
“Looks like you get my pussy because the cutie on this end gets my mouth,” she purred. I could see her lips moving. “Come on. Don’t be shy. I can tell you’re a vir…” She shuddered. “Yes! Oh, that’s nice. Now come on, I love sucking a virgin’s cock.”
“Fuck!” the man on the other side groaned. “Fuck, I love this tight pussy. You really married?”
“I really am. Don’t tell my husband.” She sounded so wanton and throaty. I had never heard a woman speak like that.
As she moaned and gasped, the guy fucking her cunt through the other gloryhole grunting, I fumbled at my pants. I unfastened and unzipped my jeans. I shoved them and my boxers off. My cock flopped out. My heart hammered a million times a minute.
I stepped forward, thrusting my cock through the hole. I pressed my face against the wall, my heart hammering. Then a wet mouth engulfed my dick. I shuddered as she suckled on me. It was so hot having her mouth nursing on me.
“Damn,” I groaned. “Oh, damn! That’s so good!”
She moaned around my cock, probably because of the guy fucking her pussy. I shuddered as she suckled at my dick. She nursed with such passion on me. I loved it so much. She suckled hard on my cock. My nuts twitched.
This was so much better than my hand. I clenched my fist and gasped as she suckled so hard. The pressure reached down my shaft to my balls. She loved my cock. Her tongue danced around the crown. I enjoyed this so much.
But I couldn’t last long. This felt too good.
“No, no, no,” I groaned and erupted.