Jennifer was a woman with a dark fantasy. As a 44 year old accountant who worked in an office building, she dreamed of sucking cock at a nearby gloryhole she discovered online.
Nothing sleazy. Nothing gross.
From what she read, most of the patrons were businessmen who needed a little 'relief' during their lunch break. And most of the 'performers' were strippers who wanted extra cash, or women who just loved sucking cock and didn't want to be judged for it.
Some of her nights were 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 hard dick in her mouth.
Often times she'd imagine peeking through the hole and seeing the man unzip himself, wearing nice clean office pants and a classy belt buckle. Office guys were usually her type. The size of the cock didn't matter, just as long as they were throbbing in her mouth.
Another thing that got her off was thinking about sucking on someone she knew in that gloryhole. But of course, the other person wouldn't know it was her. She'd think of sucking off her neighbor or a guy friend. Maybe a co-worker or boss. Then later, through the course of her ordinary day, she'd see him again and smile.
Her darkest fantasy came from a wet dream. Her son - yes - her son was someone only to be used in emergencies when she was desperate for a big orgasm. Stress from work can do that to a woman.
The first time it happened was after her son landed a job at a downtown firm, near where she worked. Near the gloryhole place. She shared in her son's joy, excited that her son was so thrilled at the new job. She shared his glory, as any mother would.
That night, she dreamt of her son with those new pants down. She dreamt of her son putting his hard penis through that round hole. And those lips on the other side? Hers. Ready, eager, and tightly wrapped.
She had woken up with wet panties. After laying in bed for a few minutes 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. It was all her secret anyway.
In her rationalization, she had earned the right to have such a dark fantasy. She raised him alone for many, many years. She taught him the right path in life. She guided him through college and towards a career. And 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 a great job.
Yes, she earned this fantasy.
***
They usually had breakfast around the same time before getting ready for their jobs. While she sat down to eat, she heard her son on the phone, seemingly talking to a boss or some colleagues. She could tell because her son never spoke this formally at home or with friends.
"The Paterson-Royal Downtown restaurant again?"
he confirmed to the person on the phone, with excitement in his voice.
"Sure, that sounds great. Yes... Thank you... See you then.
Jennifer's ears were piqued and she nearly dropped her cup of coffee on the floor. It was like a strike of lightning, sending a supercharged feeling straight between her legs, turning her wet instantly.
That fancy restaurant was the gloryhole place she had read and fantasized about online, and judging by the look on her son's face, he knew it too.
The phone conversation ended and she watched her son come over to the breakfast table to eat. He was in a delighted mood all of a sudden.
"You're all smiles this morning," she said coyly.
He nodded. "It's a work thing."
"You're going to Paterson's for lunch?" she asked, pretending not to know much about it. "I've ready about that place on Yelp. They have good reviews."
"Oh yeah. Their steaks are great. And their customer service is outstanding. It's a real 5 star place."
Jennifer focused on her son's description.
Outstanding customer service.
That seemed like an appropriate description for getting blowjobs during their hours of operation.
"Maybe you can take me there someday," she said, testing her son's reaction. "You can buy me an expensive meal as gratitude for getting you that job."
As expected, her son seemed startled for a moment.
"That could be fun," he said after a gulp. "Maybe sometime at night, on the weekends or something."
Was her son purposely avoiding going there with her during weekday hours? Was he afraid of being recognized by certain patrons or employees?
This practically confirmed Jennifer's suspects that her precious, hard working son was getting his dick sucked at the backroom gloryhole. How exactly is a mother supposed to feel about that? This situation was never taught anywhere.
"Mom? Are you okay?" he asked, staring closely at her.
Jennifer snapped out of her daze. "Yeah, it's just, I have a busy day. I have a lot on my mind."
"Oh yeah, me too. Working in an office is a lot harder than I expected. Tons of things going on."
"Welcome to adulthood," she smiled, sipping her hot coffee with her son's penis in mind.
***
For the next few hours, Jennifer's mind went back and forth between her job and her personal life.
She sat behind her desk, sifting through papers and documents on the screen. She did her duties as she always did- professionally and thoroughly.
In between, she'd think about her son standing in a gloryhole. She imagined his rock hard dick as he inserted himself through the hole. She wondered what the woman on her knees would look like. She imagined her son's facial expressions while being sucked.
