Many reviewers of this place said there were viewing booths in the back with glory holes. Some were called buddy booths because you could clear the gl...ss between booths and watch each other. We arrived at the store and walked in. I didn't want it to be too obvious that I knew what was in the back. So we walked around and looked at things and there was a door leading to video booths in the back. So I said, "hey, let's check this out. I knew from the reviews exactly which booths I wanted to go. Her ass was slightly below my eye level, so I was enjoying the view. "O-Okay, Mom; here I go," I said to her, as I slowly I began to apply a small amount of force on her back. I kept rubbing her back with my fingers, slowly applying more force each time. "Ohh! Good, good!" My Mom exclaimed, "You're not half-bad!" At this point, my penis started growing fast. I wanted to stop, but that would've been weird and suspicious, so I just continued. I rubbed her shoulders and her back, to which my Mom. He made the first move and placed his hand on my lap, the tips of his fingers just touching my balls, then slowly reached up to hold my cock as I moved my hand away…which he took and placed around his own cock. He stroked me first, his rough hand feeling unusual on my skin and I soon replicated it for him, getting my first feel of wanking a foreskin…and I loved it. To my surprise, he moved so he could stand and positioned his cock near my face, saying nothing, but continuing to slowly rub me.. Once seated weagreed to ordering a mammoth margarita, which took up a lot of space onthe rickety steel table with wobbly legs. All the tables looked likedumpster dive saves and I noticed several others with the same wobbleissue and the same margarita space problem...When our food arrived - which was enough to feed four people - I couldtell things were loosening up a little, but the conversation needed adifferent direction... "OK mister, no more Amber talk until... Untiltomorrow, agreed?" I.