“Really! A fucking Glory Hole?” he paused and laughed. “Yeah, no problem. It’s for in-home use, so I suppose a reinforced high cardboard wall ...hould work. I can make that easily. I assume you’d want it so just the various cocks would poke out, but the faces would make it anonymous?”“Oh yes. That would be perfect.”“How many holes?” he asked with a silly grin.“Well, if there’s two, I can use a hand on one cock and my mouth on the other and keep switching. But… I want more guys than that.”“Duh, I. When she was finally collected I fixed us both a strong drink. We sat on the couch. She looked up at me. "How long?" she asked me."He can't say for sure and he refused to speculate. He said I'd know by the severity of the pain." I reached into my coat pocket and showed her the pills. "These are for when it gets too bad to stand." She studied the label and set the bottle on the coffee table."Of course you won't take them unless you have to," she said. "I know you." I put my arm around her. "You're doing fine. But put your big, fat, mommy-splitter in me now! Please!" For added effect, she rolled her hips so that her mons rubbed against the tip of his erection seductively.That caused both of them to shiver even more.He looked down so his trembling fingers could know their target. That helped and he pushed cockhead until it settled between her pussy lips, spreading them slightly. He thought, This is it! It's actually fucking really happening! I'M FUCKING MY MOM!He shouted, "Here it. It was apparent by her new upbeat appearance that she was over her despair, but what was the reason for the tears.“You look great Mom. I’m glad to see you are not still moping around in your bathrobe and nightgown. There is an enormous improvement in your temperament since my last visit, but it appears you have been crying. Do you want to tell me why the tears?”“I was beginning to think you weren’t coming this week. You usually get here in time to have lunch with me. It’s almost dinner time. I.