Chapter 2023 - MOM'S CLOSET

It had been almost two months since I'd been home. At first, I'd tried to make it every weekend. School was only forty minutes away and I knew Mom needed the support. But after seven consecutive weeks of listening to her bitching and moaning about how miserable her life was, and bad mouthing Dad, I'd had enough.

Sure Dad probably deserved most of it. He had waited until the day I left for college, the last of us kids to leave the house, to surprise Mom with divorce papers, leaving that same day.

Admittedly, it wasn't much of a surprise. It hadn't been a loving home for more than a year and I'd heard the arguments, even when they tried to keep me out of it. Hell, my bedroom was right next to theirs and they weren't very quiet when they got into it.

Mom accused Dad of cheating, which he denied. He accused Mom of being a frigid bitch and was tired of only having sex twice a year. She called him insensitive; she was going through that 'time.' He called her ... well, you get the idea.

My parents were pretty well off and he left Mom in good shape. The house was paid off, he was paying her steady alimony and she was getting a share of the profits from his business. He'd also made sure that my college education was covered and then some. I'd be able to get a doctorate with the amount of money in my trust fund.

Still, it was pretty harsh the way he did it and I could understand some of where Mom was coming from, but not 24 hours a day every weekend. I needed a little stress relief from my classes, not this.

So I'd skipped a weekend. Then three. When I did go home, she was absolutely intolerable. To hear her tell it, I was almost as bad as Dad and my brother and sister were worse. How could she not see it was her driving us away?

On top of that, she was starting to let herself go. Mom was never a raving beauty, but she took pretty good care of herself and always dressed nice. I could swear she'd put on twenty pounds the last time I visited and she wore nothing but baggy sweats and an over-sized t-shirt the whole time I was there. When I tried to get her to go out for dinner, she refused. I didn't get it.

But she was still my mom. So I was headed home again, determined to suffer through it. Three days, if I could stomach that much.

I cut the engine on my old Harley, before rolling silently up the driveway. Hearing the engine of Dad's motorcycle drove her a little crazy, so I tried to minimize the damage. I opened the garage and parked my bike next to her car, entering the house through the kitchen.

I needn't have bothered with the noise. Friday night, seven o'clock, and the house was empty. I breathed a sigh of relief, that I wouldn't have to hear her bellyaching for a little while longer, grabbed a soda from the fridge, and headed for the study. I'd missed my XBOX and figured a little me time was in order.

I'm not sure how long I played, but when I took the headset off, I could hear Mom arguing with someone. Killing the game, I walked out to see what was going on. It only took a few seconds to hear it was Aunt Carol.

"Never again, Winnie. God, I feel so disgusting!"

"Why? You didn't do hardly anything. All you did was watch and make sure nobody came in the door, except for that one handjob," Mom snapped.

Handjob?

"Don't remind me. Seeing you on your knees, doing what you were doing, God, it was so gross, so filthy, and at the same time - well, you know. You have to stop doing this. It's not safe, and I can't keep tagging along to be your bodyguard. I'm not going to let you drag me down with you. I can't."

Knees? Doing what she was doing? Bodyguard? What the fuck!

Mom chuckled. "Admit it, Carol. You were ready to blow that guy. You know you were. If I hadn't looked over, I bet you would have had him halfway down your throat."

"I ... I can't, Winnie. I don't want to. I won't be put in that position again."

"I've gotta do something, Carol. I'm going crazy. It's the only thing that makes me feel like a woman."

"Then go out, hit a bar, go dancing, just not this!" My aunt was getting pretty loud. Hell, I don't think I'd ever heard her yell before.

"Yeah, that worked so well. Who wants an old fat woman? You remember what happened at Whiskey Row?"

I was standing in the hallway and peeked around the corner. They were sitting on the couch together, sharing a bottle of wine, facing the TV away from me. I squatted down and leaned around the corner so I could hear better. Probably unnecessary, the way they'd been yelling at each other.

Aunt Carol sighed, leaned over and hugged Mom. "They're not all like that. You've got to keep trying. There are still good men out there."

Mom shook her head. "Be real. If you can't find one, as pretty as you are, what are my chances? I fucked up my marriage, and now I'm going to be alone the rest of my life. I'm a dried up prune, with the sex appeal of a burlap sack."

"Stop that!" Aunt Carol snapped. "So you've let yourself go a little. Go to the gym with me, we'll get you back to looking gorgeous and desirable, you'll see. You can stop this insanity of going to Josephine's, and find someone worthwhile."

Josephine's? Shit! There was only one Josephine's as far as I knew. A run down adult shop with fifty-cent video booths in back, each with its own glory-hole. It was a popular place with the truckers next door at Love's. It was also popular with drunken teenagers, as I knew too well.

"Be real, Carol," Mom said. "I was never gorgeous. The only man that desired me was my husband, and I lost him. I should have just bought a ten pound tub of KY and let him fuck me."

"Or maybe seen a doctor and got on some meds," Aunt Carol offered.

"Now you tell me. A little late, don't you think?"

"Well if I'd known, maybe I could have said something. But nooo, you were always so private, claiming everything was hunky-dory. I'm your sister, damn it! You could have told me!"

"Tell you what? It hurts to fuck my husband? My dried up cunt is like sandpaper? The only thing we did anymore was his weekly blowjob, and even then it only succeeded half the time? Is that what you wanted to hear, my sorry excuse for a sex life?"

"Maybe I could have helped?" Aunt Marie offered.

"Right. You could be my stunt double. Show up for all the sex scenes."

Aunt Carol stood up, and I scurried back around the corner. "You know that's not what I meant." She heaved a huge sigh. "I need to go home and take three showers. You and I are going to the gym tomorrow, and I'm not going to take no for an answer."

"No, I really don't feel like it," Mom said.

"I don't care what you feel like. We're going, and that's that! You owe me, Winnie, big time. Two hours in that place, seven different cocks, geez, the smell alone was enough to make me hate myself."

"But I don't have ..."

I didn't want to get caught spying on them, especially after that conversation, so I slipped down the hall and headed out the back door. I stood beside the garage for a few minutes until I saw Aunt Carol drive away. Then I waited another half hour or so, getting caught up on my social media, before hitting the garage door opener.

I reentered the house from the garage after a suitable delay. "Mom?"

"Is that you, Randy?"

"Who else? I came home for the weekend, I hope that's alright."

"Run out of laundry?"

I walked into the living area and saw her. She didn't look good. The twenty pounds she'd put on must have been at least thirty, and she'd already been a bit pudgy. Her hair was a mess. No makeup, grubby sweats and shirt. Then again, I guess you don't have to look your best when the only part of you that your 'dates' can see is your mouth.

She walked toward me, arms open, and I let her hug me. It was tough. I wanted to puke. She smelled like cum. My Mom, the glory-hole cum-slut. Great.

"No, no laundry. I missed you, and there are no classes on Monday - free day to prep for mid-terms." Shit, why did I say that? I could have escaped Sunday. Damn it!

"Did you really miss me?" she asked pitifully, still clinging to me.

"I did." I realized that she was drunk. Terrific. "Nobody cooks like you."

She looked up into my face and gave me a smile. I'm pretty sure those were cum stains on her shirt. Wonderful.

"It's nice to see you too," she said. "I think I'm gonna take a shower, I feel kind of dirty."

Wow. What a surprise. You suck off seven strangers and feel 'kind of' dirty?

"Go ahead. You want me to do anything about dinner, Mom?"

"I'll whip up something for you afterward. I'm not really hungry," she said.

I guess a diet of cum must be more filling than I thought.

It was difficult making it through the evening, knowing what I knew, but at least she was in a slightly better mood. I think she only bad-mouthed Dad a dozen times or so.

Still, I begged off early to go to bed. It was difficult being around her, thinking about what she was doing, the things she said.

I lay in bed for hours, unable to sleep. It was warped, I know, but I couldn't stop thinking about it. My Mom, behind a glory-hole, sucking random cocks. Jesus! Dad had left her mostly because of the sex and the constant bickering. Now she was blowing strangers by the handful.

Aunt Carol was in my thoughts as well, standing beside Mom, watching her, while cock after cock appeared through the holes in the booth. Her hand reaching out, grabbing one, examining it, licking it, tentatively sucking it.

I sure had a fucked up family.

* * * *

I heard yelling on the other side of the wall. It reminded me of the old days.

"Get your ass up, Winnie! I told you, we're going to the gym," Aunt Carol was shouting.

"And I told you I didn't want to. Maybe Monday, alright?" Mom argued.

"No. We're going. You're going. If you're not out of that bed and in the shower in the next five minutes, I'm going to tell your son just what his mother has been up to next time he shows up. If he ever shows up again."

"You can't!" Mom shrieked. "He's ..." Then their voices dropped to an indistinguishable murmur. I guess Mom remembered I could probably hear everything they were saying.

I hopped out of bed, threw on some shorts and a t-shirt, ran my fingers through my hair, and headed out to the hall. I was in the kitchen making coffee when Aunt Carol appeared.

"So the prodigal son decides to finally come home," she said snarkily.

"Leave it alone, Aunt Carol. I'm here, listening to her endless whining and moaning, so don't give me any shit."

I kind of liked the look on her face. I had never talked to her like that before, but I wasn't about to let her guilt me into anything, not when she was Mom's glory-hole partner.

I thought she'd tear into me, but she didn't. She leaned against the counter, quiet for a moment. "Listen, Randy, I know it's tough. Your mother's going through a difficult time. She's bitter and unhappy. We have to help her, not abandon her. Please. She's your mother. She loves you more than anything. She thinks you're all she has left. Try to help, alright?"

I was about to say something about helping like she was helping. Taking Mom out for her cum fix. But the look on Aunt Carol's face was too concerned, too sad.

"I'm trying, okay? I'm here. Three day weekend and I'm not studying, not going to parties, not trying to get laid. I'm here, at home, with her. I'm trying."

She came over and gave me a big hug. It was nice. Aunt Carol was seven years younger than Mom and hot. Of course, the words from last night and my stray thoughts came to mind. Aunt Carol, on her knees in that dirty booth, helping Mom suck off a long line of cocks. It was disturbing enough for me to start to get hard. When Aunt Carol kept hugging me, it was inevitable that she would notice.

She backed off a little, looking at me in surprise. Oddly enough, she kept her lower body pressed against mine, my hard cock poking her in her belly. "I, uh, guess this is a pretty big sacrifice for you. Feels like you really do need to go out and get laid."

I could feel myself blushing. "Sorry."

She grinned, wiggled her hips a bit, and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. "Don't be. I'm flattered." Her hands drifted slowly down my chest as she pulled away. "I'm taking your mother out to get her some workout clothes, and sign her up at the gym. We'll be gone most of the morning. Try to be gentle with her, alright. I'd appreciate it a lot. I'll owe you one." Then she gave me a wink that had my hardon doing the macarena.

She reached down and tapped my erection. "Now put that away before your mother sees it. That's all we need."

Yeah, I imagine so. We don't need cum-slut Mom cutting a hole through my shorts so she can get her daily cum ration.

Of course, I didn't say that. I was still a little stunned. I nodded and gave her another big hug, making sure she could feel how hard I was. "Alright. I'll do my part. And I think it's great that you're trying to help her. You're the best." I leaned down and planted a solid kiss on her. No tongue, but not gentle either. I liked the way she blushed. She wasn't the only one who could tease.

* * * *

They'd been gone about half an hour and I was in the shower beating off when I lost it. That's all I can say. I completely lost any vestige of sanity I had. I just couldn't get my mind off of what Mom was doing. What Aunt Carol was supporting. Not to mention how risky and dangerous it was. It's warped, I know, but I thought, well, forget what I thought. At least I had a plan, and I was going to do something.

I spent the next few hours in the closet, working on my plan. It was sick, twisted, wrong, and driving me crazy. Every time I heard a noise outside, I jumped, worried that I'd get caught. Dad had taken most of his power tools, making my job a little more difficult than I had anticipated. Even so, by noon I had finished my efforts. I looked it over, feeling an obscene sense of pride, and a whole lot of shame. I also had a seven inch spike trying to punch a hole through my zipper.

I checked the electronics for the umpteenth time. Verified everything was working on my laptop. Tested all my controls, until I was completely satisfied I'd done all I could.

Then I went down to the living room to wait.

* * * *

They didn't get back until after two. They brought leftover Chinese food with them. Too much veggies for my taste, besides, I'd already made myself a sandwich.

At least they seemed to be in a good mood, even if Mom was draggin' ass. She gave Aunt Carol a hug and said she was going to shower and nap. She looked like she needed both. I guess they hadn't showered at the gym. I got a brief kiss from Mom and found myself inhaling deeply, trying to see if she smelled like cum if she'd been out sucking cocks again. Nothing but the acrid smell of sweat.

Aunt Carol gave me a look and nodded to the door.

"I'm gonna see Aunt Carol out," I told Mom, as she headed toward her bedroom.

Outside the door, my aunt turned, and I almost ran into her. I grabbed her so I wouldn't knock her over. She grinned.

"Enough Romeo. I did what I could. I'm gonna keep on her about the gym and eating better. I'm doing my part. I need you to step up now and deal with the mood and attitude. You're the only one that stands half a chance of getting her head on straight. She's down on herself right now, so you need to supply the pick-me-up. Be nice to her, and get her thinking about good things, not the past. Can you do that?"

I was still holding her, and she wasn't pulling away. "I'll try. I promise."

She nodded, then reached up, pulled my head down and gave me a kiss, including just a hint of tongue. "Do your best. You won't be sorry."

We had a surprisingly nice day, Mom and I. I helped with a few issues around the house, and she made us dinner. We shared a bottle of wine watching a NetFlix movie. Sat beside each other on the couch. We talked a little, and God strike me dead if she didn't avoid mentioning Dad once all evening.

It was good but had me thinking twice about my plans for the evening. Then I'd look at her mouth and think back to what she'd been doing.

"I'm going to go to bed early. I'm aching all over," Mom said.

"Me too. Have a good night." I gave her a quick hug, then made a dash for my bedroom.

Mom's closet shares a wall with mine. I'd cleared that space out, and had my area set up. I brought up the laptop and turned on the webcam, which now resided inside Mom's closet. I also opened the new portal between our closets. It was about four inches in diameter, padded around the edges, and crotch high. Exactly my crotch high.

I was trembling, scared to death. What I was doing was insane, and if it didn't work out, I'd be in deep shit until I was eighty. But I had to do something. Something!

I took a deep breath, put on my Darth Vader helmet, and turned on the voice changer. Then I started speaking, slowly repetitively, nothing but her name.

"Winnie." The bass in my artificially modified voice felt deep enough to shake the walls.

"Winnie."

"Winnie."

The webcam spotted her looking into the closet. She had an umbrella in her hand like a baseball bat. "Who's there?" she hissed.

"Put down the umbrella, Winnie," I said, the words coming out deep and slow.

"Is that you, Randy? If this is a joke it isn't funny."

"Don't talk. Obey," I snapped. "Put down the umbrella!" I had my fingers crossed. This had to work. It had to!

I breathed a deep sigh of relief as she set it aside. "What's going—"

"Do Not Talk!"

She stood there, shaking in her nightgown.

"Very good, Winnie. Approach."

She moved forward slowly, and her eyes opened wide. She finally saw the setup I'd made for her.

"On your knees, Winnie. Don't talk, Obey."

"I—"

"Don't Talk! Obey! On your knees, cum-slut!"

She almost lost it, I could see her shaking. Then she moved forward, in front of the hole between our closets, and knelt down on the little padded platform I'd made for her.

"What do you—"

"Don't talk. Suck." This was it. The moment of truth. I poked the hardon I'd been stroking through the hole and waited.

She was looking at it, obviously still in shock.

"Don't talk. Don't think. Suck. Suck." Please, Mom, I fervently prayed.

She reached out and I felt her hand on my cock for the first time that I could remember. "Suck," I said firmly.

Her eyes looked up at the small grate I'd installed, through which I spoke. "I can't," she whispered.

"You can. You have. You will. This is what you want. What you need. Don't think. Don't talk. Suck. Open that slutty mouth and suck!"

Her hand was moving, slowly stroking me. I could see she was looking at it.

I spoke softer. "Suck, beautiful. Suck."

She leaned forward, and pressed her lips against my shaft, peeking up at the grate before licking me, once.

"Yesss," I said. "Suck. Suck like only you can. Suck, my lovely cum-slut. Suck."

That was all she needed. She started sucking. And damn she was good. It was obvious she enjoyed it. It had me wondering what Dad's problem was. She was doing this for him every week?

"Suck, my sweet. Suck it good. Suck it dry. Suck."

Mom's sucking wasn't some non-interested, mechanical act. She sucked gently, bobbing her head until she took me deeper, harder. Her hand tracked her motions until she was playing, licking my shaft, sucking on my balls, kissing the head. Back inside her mouth, her tongue would tease and torture, until I was abruptly deep in her throat, feeling the pulsing around the head. Then she'd mix it up again.

It only took her about five minutes to get me off. She was phenomenal. I didn't warn her, that wasn't my job. I was only there to provide what she obviously needed. When I came, she didn't hesitate to keep sucking me through my finish.When I pulled away, she whimpered pitifully.

"Stay. I have another one for you."

"Yes, sir," she answered softly.

"That was very good," I told her. "With practice, you'll be excellent."

"Thank you," she said.

"There's a bottle of water beside you. Relax."

I stepped away and took a drink of soda. I felt terrible and wonderful at the same time. I knew it was sick, but I was hoping that by doing this, she wouldn't feel the need to go out to dangerous places and do terrible things.

Mom had sucked me off. And it was the best of my life, without a doubt. No compare. Mom had mad oral skills. I wondered if Aunt Carol was competitive.

I was stroking my cock, think of Mom's filthy mouth, and I started to harden. That was enough for me. I stuck my cock through the hole.

"Suck—"

I hadn't finished saying the word before I was in her mouth. God, but that felt good. She got me hard and went to work.

After a couple of minutes, she pulled away and started rubbing her face against my shaft. "So beautiful, so hard," she whispered.

"Suck, sexy woman. Don't talk. Don't think. Suck, my beautiful cum-slut."

She purred as she went down on me, mixing things up, sucking diligently.

It was too intense for me to talk much. I let her do her job and enjoyed the benefits. It took a lot longer the second time. Part of it was I'd just come a few minutes earlier. Part was her teasing. She was taking control, dragging it out, stopping before I got carried away.

Still, even the best things must end, and Mom's mouth was right up there with the very best of them. My groan was the only signal I gave as I exploded inside her mouth. Once again she finished me wonderfully, keeping it going until I was soft and clean.

"That's all for tonight," I said.

"Thank you, sir."

I pressed a button on the keyboard, and the three note chime went off. "When you hear that sound, you will come here and suck."

"Yes, sir."

I closed the opening and turned off the laptop. I removed the hot, sweaty helmet and turned off the voice changer. Then I fell back in the bed and replayed Mom's slutty blowjobs in my head over and over.

* * * *

After I woke up and showered, I noticed that Mom still hadn't come out of her room yet. It only took me a minute to turn on the laptop and activate the camera in her closet. Mom was sitting on the end of her bed staring into the closet. She was wearing nothing but her panties. It wasn't the best body I'd ever seen, not by a long shot, but she had nice tits.

I felt a stirring in my shorts.

Decision made. I opened the portal and hit the chime. Mom was off the bed like a rocket and on her knees. I hadn't even thought to put the helmet on, so I didn't say anything, I just stuck my cock through the hole.

Mom went after it like a starving chick. She was purring and humming, as she sucked me. Damn, she looked happy.

I watched her play with her own tits, while she sucked me. Her hand even dipped down into her panties. I tried to resist, but she seemed to be in a hurry. There was no down time; she sucked me like she couldn't get enough. Which I guess maybe she couldn't.

She had me whimpering a few minutes into it, and she giggled. "Beautiful, hard, yummy, cock," she whispered, before going for the finish. God, I didn't stand a chance.

I groaned loudly as I came for her. She was gentle, sucking me softly, swallowing everything I had to offer. Even after I was done, she kissed my wilting cock, tugging on it gently.

"All gone," she whispered wistfully.

I almost answered, before realizing I wasn't wearing the helmet. I closed the portal door and shut things down. I could hear her in the hall, singing softly before I even had my shorts on.

It was scary heading down the hall. I had no idea what I might be facing. I stuck my head in the kitchen, and Mom looked over at me and smiled. "Sleep well?" she asked.

"Like a baby."

She chuckled. "Waffles?"

"Sound great. You seem to be in a good mood."

She glanced at me and blushed. "I'm in a very good mood, Randy. My baby boy has come home to visit."

Suddenly I felt bad for the seven week absence. I stepped forward and took her in my arms, hugging her firmly. "I'm sorry. I swear I'll never be gone that long again. I'll visit as often as I can."

She looked up at me, and her grin was absolutely mischievous. "Forgiven. And I'm sure I'll be seeing a lot more of you from now on." Then she pulled away. "Set the table."

I did, and we ate. Fuck, it was nice. It was like the Mom of old. She was happy, and laughing and full of life. Even if she was only eating a bowl of oatmeal, while I inhaled three waffles.

Neither of us talked about the closet. Not even a hint. Every now and then she'd get that look in her eye, but all she did was laugh and talk.

Afterward, once we'd cleared the table and done the dishes, I followed her to the living room, not knowing what to do.

"I'm going to go to the gym for a while. You'll be alright by yourself, won't you?"

I nodded. "I probably should do some studying anyway."

"Perfect."

As she was headed out a few minutes later, she paused at the door to the study, where I was working. "See you soon."

"Love you, Mom."

She had a huge smile on her face when she dropped her exercise bag. She walked over to me, leaned over and gave me a kiss. "I know, baby. I love you too. More than you'll ever know."

Then she was walking away with a joy in her step I hadn't seen in ages.

Once she was gone, I was back to work. It took me over an hour to get the voice electronics out of the helmet, and attached to the grill. I tested it a few times to make sure it was working. It was kind of a kick to hear Darth Vader's voice emanating from the grill. "Suck that big, fat cock, you filthy cum-slut. I am your father!"

I replaced the water bottle on her side of the closet and checked how the kneeling platform was holding up. Everything looked perfect.

So I returned to studying, dutifully ignoring my new erection, knowing full well it would be taken care of before long.

Mom's exercise took longer than I expected. I got a couple of hours of studying in before she stumbled into the house. She looked worn out, but in a good, exercise way, not a two-hours on her knees glory-hole way.

I could see she could barely move. I rushed over and took her bag from her.

"She killed me, Randy, absolutely destroyed me," Mom said with a moan.

"Who, Mom?"

"Tina, my new trainer. She's a monster." The words sounded painful, but she was still smiling.

"Why don't you take a shower and short nap," I said.

"No, I need to make you lunch, you must be starving."

"I can make a sandwich. I'll be fine. Now off to bed with you. I'm not going to take no for an answer."

She grinned, and her eyes lit up. "Yes, sir." She gave me a quick hug. "Wake me up by three; I don't want to waste the whole day."

Of course, at three o'clock I was standing in my closet, hard cock at the ready. I activated the voice changer and hit the chime.

Ding-ding-ding "Winnie."

Ding-ding-ding "Winnie."

Ding-ding-ding "Winnie."

Ding-ding-ding "Winnie."

The new camera watching her bed captured her movement. She groaned slightly.

Ding-ding-ding "Winnie."

Ding-ding-ding "Winnie."

Mom sat up abruptly. I saw she was naked; she'd never dressed after her shower. She stumbled off the bed headed for the closet.

Ding-ding-ding "Winnie."

"Here, sir. I'm here!" she gasped, kneeling on her platform.

I put my cock through the hole. "Suck, my sexy cum-slut."

"Thank you, sir."

She was slow to start but didn't take long to get warmed up, and soon I was getting her best. And Mom's best was mind-blowing.

I still couldn't get over what a good cock-sucker Mom was. Once again, I had to wonder what the fuck Dad's deal was.

Mom seemed eager again and was sucking like she was on a mission. I wasn't trying to hold back. So when the urge came upon me a few minutes later, I went with it and came hard in Mom's sweet mouth.

She didn't want to stop and kept going until there was nothing left.

"Very good, my sweet cock-sucker."

She smiled. "I ... can ... do you have another for me?" she asked shyly.

I wasn't planning on it, but what the hell, right? "You'll have to work for this one."

She nodded eagerly. "I will. I want to. Thank you, sir. Thank you."

I put my wilted cock back to the opening and Mom started in. It took her a good five minutes to get me firmed up enough to do much, and probably ten until I was truly hard. I gave her small encouragements, simple one word acknowledgments in that powerful deep voice. "Yes," "Good," "Nice," "Perfect."

She responded well to each one and did her best. I dare say it was a good half hour she knelt there working on my cock, but in the end, she got her reward.

"You are amazing, cum-slut Winnie," I said.

"Thank you, sir. I want to be amazing for you. The best."

"You're getting there." I wasn't about to let her know how good I thought she was. I wanted her working to become even better.

With that, I closed the portal, turned off the electronics, and got dressed. Five minutes later I was in the living room, relaxing, watching TV.

Mom came in and spotted me. She jogged over to me. I swear, I'm not kidding, she actually jogged over, her braless breasts bouncing. She gave me a huge smile and a big kiss. I could smell the cum on her breath, but for some reason it didn't bother me.

"Thanks for letting me nap. You want to do something?"

"Sure," I said. "What did you have in mind?"

"Dinner and a movie?"

How could I say no to such a happy Mom? "Sounds perfect."

It was. Perfect that is. We held hands in the theater and ate off each other's plates. We talked history, past favorite activities, current events, my school schedule, her workout program. She was obviously dieting, eating little more than a salad and broiled fish for dinner, while I stuffed myself. I needed my energy.

When we got home, I received the world's biggest hug as soon as we were in the door. "Best dinner-date in years," she told me. "Thank you."

"I had a great time, Mom. You're the best."

She grinned, her eyes flashing. "Not yet, but I'm working on it, I promise."

I could feel myself blushing as she gave me a squeeze before letting go. "Love you, Mom," I said.

"I know, baby boy. And God, how I love you." She pulled out her phone. "My sister's been calling me for hours, and I've been ignoring her. I've gotta take this. Why don't you relax or do a little studying? I'm going to go to bed after this call."

I got the hint.

Mom must have been on the phone with Aunt Carol for an hour, sitting out on the porch, drinking her club-soda and lime. I was sweating what they were talking about, but from the sounds of the last conversation, Mom didn't share much of her personal stuff with her sister. I felt safe.

I was lying in bed, doing some light reading, when I heard Mom out in the hallway. She tapped on my door as she passed. "I'm going to bed. I'll see you in the morning."

That was enough to have me off the bed, stroking my cock as I entered the closet. I wasn't a moment too soon. Mom had almost beaten me there and was kneeling as I opened the little door. I was still turning on the electronics when Mom started sucking me.

I flicked on the voice changer and adjusted the microphone. "Such a sweet little cock-sucker," I said. "I've missed this mouth."

She giggled, before taking me deep and gagging on my length a couple of times. "I've missed this beautiful cock."

"All yours, my beautiful cum-slut. All yours."

That appeared to make her happy, and I allowed myself to forget everything but the feel of her talented mouth. I thought I could get used to this a few times a day. It was a great way to start the day, and a helluva way to end one.

There wasn't a lot of communication going on. Sucking on her part and the occasional moan on mine. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the attention. When she'd had her fill of playing around she started to get serious. I knew it immediately and was soon succumbing to her considerable talents.

"Finish on your face, cum-slut."

She gasped as she pulled off my cock. "Yes sir, tell me when."

Mom went back to her ferocious sucking and it wasn't a minute later that I was at my limit. "Now, beautiful."

I glanced at the laptop screen and saw her lashing the head with her tongue, as her hand pumped my cock. It wasn't near as good as her mouth, but it was enough. With a grunt, I came and she caught it on her face, a series of cum shots covering her pretty good. She was moaning as each one hit her.

"Clean it up."

"Yes, sir." She took me back in her mouth, sucking carefully until I was wilting.

I'd meant for her to clean up her face, not my cock, but I wasn't going to fault her for putting me first. "Now your face, don't miss a drop."

"No sir, I won't."

Mom ran a finger down her face, and licked it clean, repeating the gesture over and over until I was pretty sure she'd gotten most of it.

"Another, sir? Do you have another for me?"

God, Mom was a greedy little cum-slut. "That can be arranged. Relax."

I took a small break of my own, sitting down and relaxing for a minute, drinking some water. Mom got to kneel. I had to stay standing the whole time. It was worth it but a little tiring. Once I'd caught my second wind, I faced the hole and stuck my dick back in it. And my loving Mom went to town on it.

I wasn't sure I had another one in me, but I underestimated Mom. She'd been draining me pretty good, but she wasn't about to let another chance go wasted. "God, I love this beautiful cock," she said, stroking me with her hand once she had me hard again.

"Good, because you'll be getting a lot of it. Now suck."

"Yes, sir!"

It was late when we finished, inside her warm mouth again. She looked amazingly content. "Well done, cum-slut. You may rest now."

"Thank you, sir."

I was closing the little door when I heard her speak up. "Sir?"

"Yes, my gorgeous cock-sucker?"

"I ... I love this. I love you."

"Of course you do, sweet lips. Now get your sleep. You're going to need it."

* * * *

A nice morning session at our glory-hole was followed by a long walk in the park. She wanted to walk for at least an hour. I was willing enough. She was huffing and puffing after ten minutes, but I'll say this for Mom, she's no quitter.

"I'm so proud of you, Mom," I told her as she leaned against the car, catching her breath. "You can do this. I know you can. You're going to be the hottest Mom around."

She grinned. "A MILF?"

"And then some."

She turned and gave me a hug. "You're the best, Randy. I don't deserve you."

"The hell you don't."

She laughed and pulled my head down for a nice warm kiss. "Best son ever."

"Best Mom in the universe," I teased, my hands straying down and patting her bottom.

She blushed. "Behave, baby. Not the time or place, is it?"

"No ma'am."

She grabbed my hand. "Come on, I'm starving. We're hitting Souper Salad."

I stifled my groan. I'd have much preferred Fuddruckers, but I was willing to support Mom on her mission.

"When do you have to go back?" she asked while nibbling her rabbit food.

"This evening. I have a study group in the morning."

Mom pouted. "Then we'll just have to make the most of the time we have left."

Back home, Mom stopped just inside the door and gave me a big hug. She shocked me a little when she put my hands on her butt. "Much better time and place, don't you think?" she teased.

It was a substantial rear end, but it felt good in my hands. "Much better. I love you, Mom." Then I kissed her. For real.

When we were done, she looked up at me with tears in her eyes. "I'm going to take a shower and then relax in my room."

"Sounds like a great plan to me."

Twenty minutes later my hard cock was back in Mom's hot mouth.

"I have to go," I said, in that artificial voice.

"I know."

"I'll be back soon. As soon as possible."

She was rubbing her face all over my shaft, kissing it and licking it. "This weekend?"

"At the latest."

She nodded, then kissed the head of my cock. "I ... I'll be true to you. No other cocks."

"Good. I'd be very unhappy to find my personal cum-slut was wasting her talents on the unworthy."

My legs were trembling before she sucked the third one out of me. I was going to have to figure out something to do about that.

"You are amazing, my beautiful cock-sucker," I said while trying to pull myself together.

"That's all I ever want to be for you, sir. Amazing. Your loving cum-slut. Your personal cock-sucker on demand."

I chuckled, "Excellent, we're on the same page."

I closed up shop and headed out to the living room. Mom joined me a few minutes later. She squealed when I pulled her into my lap. "Randy!"

Hugging her tight, I nuzzled her hair. "I've gotta leave soon. I don't want to drive in the dark."

She nodded, pouting.

"This has been the best weekend ever. I'm so happy that you're doing better."

Mom sighed, leaning her head on my shoulder. "I'm gonna miss you."

"Me too, Mom. But I'll be back soon."

"This weekend?"

"At the latest."

She grinned. "Call ahead. I want to be ready for you."

"You know school gets out in three weeks."

She nodded, "I know."

"This is going to be an incredible Christmas break. I know it. I just know it."

I saw that mischievous look in her eyes. "You think?"

"I know."

"I bet you're right."

"Love you, Mom."

She turned and kissed me, long and deep. "I love you, baby. More than a Mom should. Hurry back to me."

"I will. Stick to the plan and be good, alright?"

She blushed. "I will, I promise."

* * * *

I had nothing going until three o'clock on Thursday, so Wednesday morning I called home and let Mom know I was coming over to spend the night. I was feeling pretty addicted to those blowjobs and was going through withdrawal.

As soon as I walked in the door, I was on the receiving end of a big hug from Mom.

"Why don't you go to your room and put some things away. I'm going to get changed," she said. I don't know why she thought she had to change ... Damn, I'm an idiot.

I wasn't in the house five minutes before I had my cock deep inside Mom's warm mouth.

"God, I've missed this beautiful cock," she said mid-suck.

I verified the electronics were on before answering. "It's missed you. Now suck, beautiful. Don't think, don't talk, suck."

"Yes, sir."

I gave her two before dinner and some binge NetFlix watching. Mom sat beside me on the couch, leaning against me, my arm around her. "This is pretty nice, isn't it, Mom? Us together, like this."

"The best, baby boy. The absolute best."

"I think this is the last episode for me, I'm gonna hit the bed early."

Mom smiled at me and licked her lips. "Sounds like a wonderful idea."

It was. Good for another hour of Mom's audacious oral.

And two more in the morning before I headed back to school.

* * * *

Friday started the same. I came home and Mom took me by the hand. She walked me down the hall and left me at my door. "I think you need to relax," she said.

"I do," I responded to her back.

After two loads, we met in the hallway. "Feeling better?"

I nodded, pulling her in for a big hug, and a spicy kiss. "I always feel better around you Mom."

She giggled. "Not always, I don't imagine. I was a huge pain in the ass there for a while, but I think we're doing better now."

"Pretty wonderful, I'd say."

"Me too. Six pounds by the way."

"Six pounds?"

"Friday weigh in. It was only six days, but I lost six pounds."

I almost threw my back out lifting her up and hugging her. "That's amazing! I'm so proud of you."

"That all I want, you know. To be amazing for you."

"Go to your room, Mom."

She looked at me, surprised, then smiled. "Yes, sir!"

It took her a good half-hour to drain me again. "You are amazing, my sexy little cum-slut."

She giggled, still playing with my dwindling cock. "That all I want to be. Amazing for you. Your loving cum-slut."

I closed the door, shut down the electronics and waited for Mom outside her door. She took my hand and we walked back to the living room.

"What do you want to do tonight?" I asked.

"Just relax with my boy. I made you lasagna."

"Your good lasagna?"

She nodded. "I made a lot. Tomorrow's my cheat day, so we'll be having it for dinner."

We ate and I stuffed myself, while she pecked away at her boneless, skinless chicken breast. Then we parked ourselves on the couch. Mom was getting pretty brazen, cuddled up to me, her hand in my lap. Her fingers were doing doodles on my crotch. Midway through the second episode, I was hard as a rock.

"Short break?" Mom asked, her finger running up and down my shaft.

"That works for me."

"Meet you back here?"

"Perfect."

We almost ran to our respective bedrooms. I didn't even bother with the electronics, and Mom didn't say a word. I stuck my cock in the hole and sighed as Mom's mouth engulfed it.

Half an hour later we were back on the couch, cuddled up. "I love you so much, Randy," Mom whispered.

"I know Mom. You sure know how to show it."

"You too, sweetie. And I mean that in the most literal sense. Sweetie."

That was as close as talking about it as we'd come.

We laid down on the couch together, Mom in front of me. I was holding her, and letting my hands wander more than I should. It's not like she was going to stop me.

"I love this," I told her, my hand inside her shirt, playing with her big tits.

"Me too, baby boy. Me too. Let me know if you need a break."

She pushed her butt back against me, wiggling it against my erection. I have no idea how it was possible, but I was hard for her again. "In a bit. I don't want to move right now. I'm too happy."

Mom purred as I nudged my cock back and forth between her ass cheeks. Her nipples were like thimbles, almost as big, and possibly harder. I was nuzzling her neck, and considering breaking all of our unspoken rules.

"Can you keep a secret, Randy?" Mom whispered.

"You know I can," I told her.

"This is a big one, nobody can know. Not my sister, not anybody. It's very important to me."

"Your secret is safe with me, Mom. I swear."

She turned, taking my hand and putting two fingers in her mouth. She sucked on them while staring into my eyes. When she stopped, I covered her mouth with mine. My hand drifted down to fondle her ass.

When I finished kissing her, she smiled, then moved my hand. "Behave, baby boy. There are rules you know."

"Yes, ma'am."

She cuddled into me. "My secret ..."

"Tell me, I can keep it."

"It's you. You're my secret. You're my reward at goal. When I've reached my goal, I get you. Completely. Only when I'm worthy of you. Only then."

She looked up at me nervously, blushing.

"Best. Goal. Ever," I said.

"Really? You're not mad?"

"Mad, are you crazy? I love you, Mom. I'm gonna be whatever you need. Whatever you want. Whatever makes you sane and happy. And if that means being your goal, well, I couldn't be happier."

"You do make me happy, Randy. I haven't been this happy, in, well hell, I can't remember. I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna be worthy of you, you'll see."

"That's silly, Mom, you're already worthy of me, and so much more."

She shook her head, running her hand down my body, stopping with it on top of my aching cock. "I'm not. And I don't want you saying I am. I need to be happy with how I look, how I feel, before I can be totally happy with ... you know."

"I'll wait. And I'll cheer you on, and be whatever you need on your journey."

"Promise?"

I nodded. "I need you to go your room now, Mom. And don't dawdle."

"Yes, sir." I got a brief kiss before we hurried down the hall so I could be between my Mom's wonderful lips again. And again.

* * * *

I awoke to a bell ringing. It took me a few moments to get my bearings. Then I heard it again. I got up and saw there was an old fashioned dinner bell in my closet, up near the ceiling. I'd never noticed it. While I was approaching it rang again.

Dang, Mom was a tricky one.

Dashing across the hall, I took a quick leak and cleaned myself up. The bell was ringing almost constantly when I got back to the room. I turned on the electronics and saw Mom was kneeling on her platform, tugging a rope.

I opened the little dividing door and presented myself to her.

Whatever Mom needed, I'd promised. And I meant it. Not that it was an onerous task.

Once Mom had finished sucking me dry, I met her out in the hallway. "Sorry if I woke you. I've got an early session with my trainer. I'll be back in a couple of hours."

"Mom, you can wake me anytime."

She blushed. "Behave, Randy. No talk about ... that, until I've made goal, Okay?"

"Whatever you want, Mom."

She nodded. "Things are perfect as they are now, let's not mess it up. I love what's happening, but I want - no, I need us to stick to the rules, alright?"

I guess that even though the rules were unwritten, they were unwritten in stone.

"Understood. Have a great workout. I'm gonna do a little studying until you get back."

I got a quick kiss, and then Mom was out the door, and I was alone.

For about half an hour.

Aunt Carol walked in on me cleaning up after breakfast. She sat down at the kitchen table and looked pissed. "What's going on, Randy?"

"Nothing's going on, Aunt Carol. Mom's at the gym. Can I get you something to eat?"

"I know damn well where my sister is. What I want to know is why she's higher than a kite, walking on water. And why you've visited three times in seven days. What the hell is going on?"

There was no way I was going to break Mom's confidence. Not a chance in hell. "You told me to take care of her attitude, and you'd get her in the gym. It seems like we're both doing our jobs. I think you'd be happy."

She took a moment to respond. "I am happy for her. But I don't understand the one-eighty turnaround. I haven't seen her like this in ages. And I mean ages, decades. Something is going on, I know it. And you're going to tell me."

"Aunt Carol, I love you like family—"

"I am family, you jerk."

"Like I said, I love you, but she's my Mom. All I'm doing is whatever she needs to be happy. If you want details, you're going to have to get them from her."

"But she won't tell me anything. She just smiles and says she's got a secret!"

"At least she's smiling. Leave it alone. Be happy for her," I insisted.

She glared at me. "I know damn well something weird is going on, and I'm gonna get to the bottom of this. You can count on that."

"Aunt Carol, you remember telling me you owed me? That you'd make sure I didn't regret helping her. I'm telling you, leave it alone. She's happy, support her. Don't try to mess things up."

She didn't look like she had any intention of giving up. Then her eyes opened wide. "My God, you're not sleeping with your mother are you?"

"Of course not! Where do you get off accusing me of something like that? What the hell is wrong with you?" My righteous indignation may have been a little tainted, but I spoke the truth.

She sighed, and her whole body slumped. "I'm sorry. I know how ridiculous that sounds. Hell, if she was having sex, her husband would still be around. It's just, it's so abrupt. It doesn't make sense."

"Aunt Carol, you wanna go back to my bedroom and fuck?"

"What!? What the fuck, Randy! You don't go around saying things like that! I'm your aunt for Christ's sake," she was yelling by the end of her rant.

"Alright. I'll take that as a not yet. But think for a second. If I was going to be fucking my family, don't you think I'd choose the hot sister? And if I did proposition Mom, how do you think she'd respond?"

She sat there stunned, her mouth hanging open. Until a little smile finally cracked her face. "Alright, I get it. You really think I'm hot?"

I nodded. "Total MILF, except for the whole Mommy part."

She tried to stifle the laugh but failed. "Enough, Randy. Keep it in your pants. I've got enough issues as it is."

"At least show me your tits," I teased. Honestly, I had no idea where this was coming from. I would never dream of talking to my aunt that way.

"Randy!"

"C'mon, you said you owed me. If you're not going to fuck me, at least let me see your boobies."

"What the hell is going on with you?" she said.

"I've seen you in a bikini enough times. They look pretty damn incredible. Do me a solid."

She shook her head. "I shouldn't be showing you my tits. It's not appropriate."

"It'll be our secret. I promise. I won't even tell Mom how you accused me of sleeping with her."

"Randy! Don't you dare!"

I was feeling my oats, and having great fun at my Aunt's expense. I walked around the table and leaned over her, my hands heading for the buttons on her blouse. I had a good head start, she had enough undone to see the edge of her bra.

"Our little secret, Aunt Carol," I whispered in her ear while I undid one button then the next. Amazingly she didn't stop me.

"Randy, we really shouldn't."

"I know, but it's cool. It's just us." I had the last one between my fingers, and seconds later I was peeling her shirt back.

"If I do," she said softly, sitting still while I slipped her blouse down her arms. "What are you going to do for me?"

It only took me a second to drop my shorts, and give her an eyeful. I was understandably hard. Big time.

"My God, Randy! Not that!"

"It's okay, we'll be even. You can even touch it if you want. But no fucking."

"Pull your shorts up!"

"You do it," I said, shaking my hips and making my cock wave at her. My naughty aunt was staring.

She turned bright red, then leaned over to grab my shorts. A little wiggle and my cock brushed across her face. She was tough, though. She stuck to it, pulling my shorts all the way back up, and tucking me away. She even gave me a little pat, down there.

"Alright, enough silliness. Don't do that again! What if someone walked in on us?"

She was still sitting there in her bra, and I couldn't help myself. Besides, she did owe me. I reached my hand down her back and unsnapped her bra. She didn't even try to hold it in place. She just leaned back and gave me an eyeful.

"Happy?" she asked.

"Ecstatic. God, you have great tits. I knew you would." I reached down and cupped one in my hand, giving it a squeeze.

Aunt Carol gave me a moment, then pushed my hand away. "Enough. You got your look."

I nodded and reached down for her bra. "I did. Thanks. You're the best. Let me put those away for you like you did for me."

She was quiet while I put her tits back in her bra and snapped it shut. I made sure they were situated properly, before helping put her blouse back on.

She watched me carefully the whole time. As I was finishing the last button, she opened her mouth. "You're not playing these kind of silly games with your mother, are you?"

I just sighed and shook my head. "Not a chance. And I wish you'd stop that. For one thing, Mom's very self-conscious about her body. If I tried to take her shirt off, I'm pretty sure she'd freak out."

"Yeah, I guess you're right. I'm gonna figure it out, though."

"While you're working on that, sure you don't wanna go to my room and fuck? I bet you're awesome."

She surprised me by grinning. "I am, you know. I'm a fucking animal in bed. It's why I never married, no one man could ever keep up with me. And you, my dear boy, are never going to get a chance to find out first-hand."

I pouted, then leaned over and gave her a kiss on the corner of her mouth. "If you change your mind, let me know. Aunt or not, you are as hot as molten lava. I'd do you in a heartbeat. I may not be as good as you, but I damn sure would give you my best."

She stood up with a sly grin on her face. Then her mouth was on mine and she was kissing me like she wanted to explode my skull. Holy fuck, she was hot!

Then we were done. "I'm going now," she said. "We never had this conversation. You never saw my tits. You never dropped trou. I certainly never kissed you like I'd kiss my lover. And you will never ever behave that way toward me again, am I understood?"

She sounded pretty serious, and I knew the fun and games were over. "Crystal clear. Although to be honest, nothing short of death will make me forget what I saw."

I walked her to the door, where she spun around at the last moment. "Are you sure you don't want to tell me what's going on with your Mom? I'd be very appreciative. Very."

"How very?" I asked.

She looked nervous, then licked her lips. "An hour in your bedroom, right now, only my ass off limits."

"Seriously?"

She nodded. "It's driving me crazy, and you have me dripping right now. One time offer."

As horrible as it sounds, I was thinking about it. Mostly thinking if there was something I could tell her, without revealing all.

She leaned in closer, her hand brushing my bulge. "I'll ride you cowgirl until I wear out that big hunk of meat. You'll never forget it, trust me."

I had broken out in a cold sweat. "I ... God, I wish I had something worth telling. Anything."

She looked at me sadly, running the back of her fingers across my cheek. "I give the best doggy in the world. I'll ruin you for all other women."

"Alright, I'm fucking her. I'm fucking Mom every day and every night."

She stared into my eyes. "Bullshit. Nice try, but no dice. I will find out though, and when I do, you're going to sooo wish you'd told me, instead of making me find out on my own. Last chance. I'll even throw in my ass. Nobody gets that. You'll only be the third ever. Ever."

Aunt Carol moved in close, pressing her body against mine. "You'll have to be gentle with me, Randy. That's a lot of cock to fit in such a tiny, almost virgin hole." She stood on tip-toe and kissed me, swiping her tongue across my lips. "Two hours. Everything. I'll hold nothing back. I'll be your total slut for two solid hours."

Who knows, I might have cracked if Mom didn't choose that moment to arrive home. She looked worn out but happy. "How are my two favorite people in the world doing?"

I gave her a big hug. "Better now that you're home."

She laughed and turned to give her sister a hug. "Want to stay for lunch?"

Aunt Carol shook her head. "I'd love to but I can't. Not right now. Maybe later?"

"We're having my lasagna for dinner. It's my cheat day. There's plenty for one more."

My aunt grinned. "Alright, you talked me into it. You're in a great mood."

Mom's smile was huge. "Three PBs today. It's my cheat day, my boy's home, and my favorite sister in the whole world is on my stoop."

"Your only sister," Aunt Carol said.

"And my favorite. Thank you for making me hit the gym. I needed it."

Aunt Carol gave her a kiss and surprisingly gave me a big hug. She whispered in my ear, "Think about it, the offer's still on the table."

As soon as she was driving off, I sent Mom to her room. I had an aching erection that needed tending. I swear I wasn't in her mouth a minute before I popped, catching her by surprise. I made it up to her with the second one.

After Mom had showered, she joined me in the living room. "What was that about?"

I'm pretty sure she was talking about my short fuse, although I was certain she wouldn't come right out and say it.

"Your sister is very curious as to what has you in such a great mood. She tried to get me to tell her," I said.

Mom raised her eyebrows. "Oh, really? And how, pray tell, did she try to convince you."

"You can't tell her, Mom. She'd kill me. I didn't take her up on it."

"I won't tell her, but you will tell me."

I sighed. "She offered to spend a couple of hours in the bedroom with me, no limits."

"She ... she what?"

"Bedroom. Sex. She said she'd ride me like a cowgirl, give me the world's best doggy, and even give up her ass," I confessed.

Mom looked shocked. "You didn't take her up on it?"

"No Mom. I'm not telling her jack. It's between you and me."

Mom stood up and took me by the hand. Once she had me standing, she hugged me. "Randy, baby, I need you to go to your room now. Please."

"Like I'd ever say no to you?" I gave her a quick kiss, then walked her to her room, closing the door behind her. Then it was back to my own room and into the closet.

Mom was in a weird mood. She teased me forever, dragging it out until I was begging her to finish me. Finally, I couldn't take it any longer.

"Enough!" I snapped through the voice modulator. "Finish me, my fiendish cum-slut. Suck me dry. No more teasing!"

"Yes sir," she answered, and not thirty seconds later she was swallowing my cum.

"Sir?"

"Yes?"

"What she offered? When I hit goal, it's yours. All of it. Even my virgin ass. Whatever you want, and not just for two hours. For the rest of your life."

Damn. Seems like Mom had her competitive juices flowing. "I'll keep that in mind, my amazing cock-sucker."

Back in the living room, we were lying on the couch, continuing our NetFlix binge, my hand back inside her shirt.

"We have to be careful, my darling boy. Carol is like a bulldog. She's not going to let go of this."

I tweaked her nipple, making her squeak. "Then we'll be careful."

"You weren't tempted?" she asked.

"Of course I was tempted. Your sister's a hot tamale. I even tried to make up something she might believe. But I wasn't going to tell her what matters."

Mom sighed, rubbing her ass against me. "I'd ... I'd understand if you did."

"No, Mom. No way. I love you, and I'm not going to risk her messing things up."

We cleaned up our act before Aunt Carol came over. She didn't bring the issue up, at least not openly. I'm pretty sure we didn't give anything away. It was a great visit, at least I thought so.

When I walked her to the door, she put on the pressure. A big hug and a kiss, along with an evil rub to the crotch. "A whole night, Randy. Everything. Anything you can imagine. Just tell me and I'm yours, totally."

"You are a wicked woman," I told her.

"And the best sex in four counties. All yours if you want."

Man, she knew how to apply the pressure. "I let her control the remote."

She stared into my face for a few seconds, then shook her head. "Nope. This time you're telling the truth, but that's not it. Twenty-four hours. My last offer."

"I wish I had something to tell you," I said.

She smiled. "I'm sure you do. Think about it, okay honey? We would have a lot of fun. I promise."

As soon as she was gone, I had Mom by the hand. "Your room. Now," I growled as I dragged her down the hall.

It wasn't until I had the first one out of the way that I was able to calm down. The second one was beautiful, and I was feeling 100% better by the time she was sucking me clean.

She knocked on my door and walked in without waiting. "What did she offer?"

I could only laugh. "Am I that transparent?"

"To me. So what was it?"

"Twenty-four hours, no limits."

"Wow. This must be driving her absolutely nuts. She's such a little slut!"

I nodded. "Come lay down with me, Mom."

She looked tempted but shook her head. "No. Not in your bed, and not in mine. Come out to the living room."

We ate ice cream, the last of her 'cheat' day, cuddled, watched TV, and even made out a little. I'll admit it; I loved playing with Mom's tits. It was almost midnight before we turned off the TV.

"Got anything left?" she asked, blushing adorably.

"I don't know, but I'd love for you to find out."

It turned out I did, but only after a lot of effort on Mom's part. I slept like a rock.Not much more to tell about that weekend. Three more visits to the closet before I left. Mom was still happy as a clam, although every now and then I'd catch her looking at me weirdly.

I told her not to worry about it, but I'm not sure it stuck.

I paid a visit on Tuesday but had tests the rest of the week. I needed the stress relief come that weekend. By Saturday mid-morning Mom had wrung five more loads from me. She was getting even better, if that's possible.

She'd lost four more pounds and was beaming. Plus it was cheat day again. We went out for lunch, and when we arrived back home, I tried to get her to go to her room.

"In a minute, if that's okay," she said, dragging me down to the couch, which had quickly become my second favorite place in the house, after the closet.

I held her and nuzzled her neck. "God, I didn't think life could be this good," I whispered.

"I want you to tell her."

"What?"

"I want you to tell her. I hate knowing she's still digging away. I want it over with. It's not that big a deal, not really. Especially if she plans on fucking your brains out for a full day. So let's just tell her."

"I don't know, Mom."

"Please? Just tell her that you knew about my problem, and took care of it. You can show her your closet. It'll be fine."

"What if it's not? What if she gets weird about it?"

"Then fuck her!" Mom snapped. "I'm not going to let her mess up the best thing that's ever happened to me. No way. She's planning on coming over this afternoon. I'm going to hit the gym before she gets here. When she starts digging again, you tell her. Make sure you get her to up the ante. You should get at least a whole weekend out of it. Maybe an entire week if you play your cards right."

"Are you sure?"

Mom sighed. "Yeah, I've been thinking about this a lot. Once Carol is taken care of, we're clear. I don't want this hanging over us, baby."

I sighed. "Alright, Mom. If that's what you want."

"It is."

Before Mom had to go, we went to our closets one last time, in case everything blew up. It was good, but at the same time, difficult. I hated the idea of never doing that again. Then I was kissing Mom goodbye at the door.

Twenty minutes later Aunt Carol was looking around. "Where's Winnie?"

"She left for the gym about twenty minutes ago," I said.

It was clear how Aunt Carol was thinking. I was sitting on the couch, and before she was seated beside me, she was naked except for panties and sneakers. "You gonna tell me?" she teased.

I shook my head.

She climbed on top of me and was soon kissing me like her life depended on it. "A weekend alone. You and me. Everything."

I groaned when she started rubbing my cock.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," I said.

The look of hope and joy on her face was amazing. "If you're honest with me, if you tell me the truth, I will. I swear, Randy. I'm not bullshitting either. Best sex of your life for an entire weekend. All you have to do is share. I just need to know. I'm not going to make a fuss."

Then she was kissing me again. Man, that woman could kiss. Her hand was inside my shorts squeezing my hard cock. "Two weekends and a blowjob to seal the deal right now before your Mom returns home. That's my final offer. I know I'm getting close, I can see it in her eyes. Don't blow this, baby."

"Three weekends, no limits, and the blowjob?" I asked.

She stared into my eyes. "You're going to tell me, aren't you? The whole truth."

"Three weekends," I said. "Friday afternoon through Monday morning."

She smiled, and it was a beauty. "It's big, isn't it? I know it has to be."

I just nodded.

"Hell, tell you what. If it's as good as I'm thinking, I'll give you ten days and nights. You put 'em together however you want. No limits and I'm going to give you the best blowjob you ever had."

That was a hell of an offer. "If it's not the best blowjob, I get to keep asking for them until it is."

She laughed. "That's not a problem as long as you're honest. No cheating."

"No cheating, I swear."

"Then it's a deal. Spill, lover."

I eased her off of me and took her by the hand. She was surprisingly quiet as I led her to Mom's room. "You are sleeping with her!"

"Hush, Aunt Carol. And I'm not. Be patient."

I opened the closet door and took her inside. She looked confused for a moment. "Wait here."

Less than a minute later I had the electronics on and my cock in my hand. I opened the little door that was almost invisible from her side, especially in the dark. Then I poked my cock through the hole. Voice modulator on, I spoke. "On your knees and suck, beautiful. A deal's a deal. Don't think, don't talk. Kneel and suck. We'll talk after."

"Oh fuck!" Aunt Carol squealed.

"Don't talk! Don't think! Suck, my beautiful cum-slut."

"Randy ..." She might have been hesitant, but she dropped to her knees.

"No names! Don't. Talk. Suck!"

When I felt her lips on my shaft, I breathed a sigh of relief. She wasn't going to welsh on her promise. "The best ever. You promised."

She tried. Aunt Carol really tried, and the fact that it was her first time blowing me, and who it was helped a lot. Not enough, though. Fifteen minutes of incredible oral later, I warned her before I came. She was game and finished me nicely. Then I closed the portal and turned off the electronics.

I met her outside Mom's door.

"She's better than me, isn't she?"

I nodded. "Not by a lot. But yeah."

She took my arm, and I walked her back to the living room. "I figured. I mean, it's all she does, right? If it was a fucking contest, I'd blow her away."

"I have no doubt."

"When did it start?"

"The same day you two went to Josephine's. I was home and heard you talking. I didn't mean to eavesdrop; I was playing my XBox when you got home. Once I heard what you were talking about, I couldn't interrupt."

Aunt Carol was still looking dazed as I steered her to the couch. I sat down and pulled her into my lap. "That was an amazing blow job. Truly amazing. Even better than the first few I got off Mom. But she's been practicing, and I guess she's starting to learn me."

Aunt Carol was staring off into the distance. "When did you fix that space up?"

"When you two went to join the gym and get her the workout clothes. It took me about four hours altogether."

"And you showed it to her like you did me?"

"No. She was in her room and I called her over, using the Darth Vader voice. She fought it for a minute before doing what we both know she wanted. We never talk about it. Not openly. When we go to our rooms, I can call her over, or she can pull her bell."

"That's so weird. So it's only the glory-hole. You two aren't ..."

"Nope. We're a lot closer now. It's not like it isn't obvious what we're doing, we just don't talk about it. We cuddle, and kiss, and love each other, but the sex stays in the closet."

She was quiet for a few seconds before turning and planting a kiss on me that nearly stopped my heart. "I think it's wonderful. It was exactly what she needed, and now I understand why she'd never brought up, uh, going out for, well, you know."

I nodded. "She promised to stay faithful to me. That was my big concern, you know. I couldn't stand the idea of Mom out there on her knees in some filthy booth, sucking strange cock."

"I never did, you know. I only watched."

"And one handjob."

She blushed. "I guess you heard everything."

"It's cool. You were there for Mom when I wasn't. When nobody else was. I owe you for that, big time."

She smiled. "Enough to say my blowjob was the best?" she asked.

"Enough to say it was the best first blowjob I ever got."

Aunt Carol liked that answer. She cuddled in close holding me. "Thank you. I feel a hundred percent better. You'll get everything I promised."

"I'm looking forward to it."

She laughed out loud. "I bet you are. Gonna tell your Mom?"

"She's the one who wanted me to tell you. It was bothering her a lot. She just wanted it out of the way."

Aunt Carol blushed. "I wasn't trying to mess things up, you know. I just ... it was driving me nuts! I had to know."

"And now you do. Any more questions?"

"How often?" she asked.

"As many times as I can go. On an overnight, maybe five times. On a weekend double that and a couple more."

"Really? That's a lot."

"Really. You can ask her if you don't believe me."

She shook her head quickly. "No, I believe you. I'm just thinking that those nights we're going to spend together are going to be even better than I was hoping for. I really am good, you know. Maybe not the greatest, but I've never had any complaints. And for you, I'm going to break out all my best tricks."

We were still chatting when Mom got home. Of course, Aunt Carol had never gotten dressed after her first full-court press, so she was sitting on my lap in panties and sneakers and I was enjoying access to her incredible tits. They were incredible.

Mom smiled from ear-to-ear when she saw us. "So you found out, nosey britches?" she said before planting her ass on the couch next to me and facing her sister.

"You could have told me," Aunt Carol said.

Mom just shook her head. "What did it cost you?"

"A lot, okay?"

Mom leaned in close. "He'll tell me, you know. All I have to do is ask. He loves me. He won't keep anything from me."

Aunt Carol blushed. "Ten days, whenever he wants, no limits."

Mom leaned back and laughed. "That's even better than the week I said you should ask for."

"There's more, Mom. Tell her, Aunt Carol."

My aunt pouted so cutely, I wanted to chew on her bottom lip. "I told him I'd give him the best blowjob ever."

"You didn't!" Mom squealed.

"How was I supposed to know?" Aunt Carol said. She seemed to be getting her dander up, so I stroked her back and fondled her tit.

"And?" Mom said.

"He, uh, he made me agree that if it wasn't, I had to keep doing it on demand until it was."

"And?" Mom said, grinning.

"It wasn't. It wasn't the best, alright!" Aunt Carol crossed her arms, taking away one of my toys.

Mom was getting a kick out of this. Me, I was getting hard. Aunt Carol's panty covered ass wriggling around wasn't helping things.

"Aaand?"

Aunt Carol finally surrendered. "I guess I'll probably be giving your son blowjobs for the rest of his life, or until I find a professional to get my skills up to yours."

Mom leaned in and gave her nearly naked sister a huge hug. "No time like the present," she said, dragging Aunt Carol off my lap.

"Randy, go to your room and don't come out until I say so. That's your punishment for sharing our secret," Mom said.

Not much of a punishment by my way of thinking. Still, it was pretty wild watching the two sisters compete with each other on my first dual blowjob. And my second.

Mom was right. Telling Aunt Carol was the right thing to do. After that night, Mom was gloriously happy, and to be honest, Aunt Carol was as well.

* * * *

Two weeks later I was home for Christmas break. We still didn't talk about it, not openly, which was kind of weird. But I got at least two blowjobs every single day. Every one. Usually more. Sometimes a lot more when Aunt Carol came over.

It was the first week of the new year, that we took a vacation together. An all-inclusive in the Caribbean. Aunt Carol was true to her word, and she fucked me senseless. She was wonderful, very loving, eager to instruct, and willing to do anything. All I had to do was hint at what I wanted, and we were naked rolling around the bed, trying to find new ways for me to put my cock inside of her. Aunt Carol is very creative, very vocal, and very, very responsive. The first two days alone were an education the likes of which I never would have dreamed.

I don't know if she was the best there is, but she sure as shit was the best I ever had, and then some. Mom was along for the trip and witnessed most of it. But without the closet, me and Mom never did anything other than cuddle, kiss and fondle a little. At least not until Aunt Carol had the brilliant idea of putting Mom out on the balcony, and having me stick my cock between the curtain openings. That was four days into the trip. After that Mom was the designated fluffer, getting me up whenever Aunt Carol wanted another ride.

Day five, I finally played the 'no limits' card. That had Aunt Carol nervous, so we took our time getting her worked up, and used a lot of lube. I mean a whole lot. I don't think it's as good as her pussy, but knowing that I was only her third ever was pretty intense. Watching her slowly get into it as we took it slow was incredible. Seeing her first orgasm with a hard cock up her gorgeous ass? Priceless.

I always loved my aunt, but after that trip, it took things to a whole 'nother level.

Afterward, we agreed, Aunt Carol and me, that we'd only have sex away from home. Except for the private glory-hole blowjobs of course.

It wasn't until the week before summer break that Mom made goal. I knew something was up the moment I walked in the door. It was the look on her face.

"What happened, Mom? Hit the lottery?"

"Better," she said.

"Really?"

Mom nodded. "I made goal."

She looked it. I don't think she was ever going to be as hot as Aunt Carol, but she looked damn good. I finally realized that she'd had a makeover. New hairdo, new color, makeup, new outfit, the works. I was slow to notice since I'd seen the changes coming over time, but it finally hit me. Mom was kind of hot.

"Your reward?" I asked.

Her grin looked like it was in danger of splitting her face open. She walked forward and took me by the hand. Then she walked me down the hall to her room. "Welcome to our room, baby boy."

I had an instant erection. Eight months of teasing will do that to you. "I'm gonna miss the closet," I said.

"No, you're not. That closet isn't going anywhere, and trust me, it's going to get lots of use. Now enough talking, I'm going crazy. I've earned my reward, and I want it. Now!"

What can I tell you? It was my Mom. She was never going to be the wild woman that Aunt Carol was, but now that she was on her meds, she was ready to enjoy sex. I did feel kind of bad that Dad didn't get to see this side of her, but damn it, if her blowjobs weren't enough, they should have figured some way to work it out!

But back on point, making love to Mom was incredible. Just because she was my Mom.

Mom undressed me, and I did the same for her. She had purchased some new very naughty underwear and blushed terribly when I stood back to look her over.

"Don't stare, Randy, it's embarrassing," she said.

"That's ridiculous, Mom. You've worked so hard to get in shape; you have to let me see the results. You are one sexy MILF, aren't you?"

She gave me a little smile. "A few of the men at the gym seem to think so."

"Mom! Have you been giving away what's mine?"

She leaped forward, surprise on her face. "No, baby. Never! I might tease them a bit, but there's only one man for me. I've been saving up for you. I'm yours now, honey. Only yours."

I tilted her chin up kissing her long and hard. As we finished I undid her bra, slipping it off of her. Yes, her tits sagged a little, but they were incredible. I was finally getting to see them and it had been worth the wait. Her nipples were already as hard as rocks in anticipation.

"You love my tits, don't you?" she teased.

"I always have," I admitted. "They are fabulous."

"They're yours, baby. Why don't you claim them?"

I put Mom on her back in what was now our bed, wearing only her panties. I gave her a quick kiss before moving down the bed to avail myself of those incredible tits. I must have worked on them for about ten minutes before Mom started pleading for more.

I rose up on my knees and offered her my cock. "Suck me, Mom. Suck me like only you can. I want to watch it for real."

Mom took it in her hand and gave my shaft a long slow lick. "Mommy's mouth is yours now, baby. You don't even have to ask. Anytime you want, anywhere, whip out this beautiful cock and I'll take care of it."

I was too excited to let her go on for long. All I really wanted was to watch her, see that pretty face adore my cock. Watching Mom left no doubt whatsoever that she loved sucking me. Absolutely loved it.

She whimpered as I pulled away, replacing my cock with my lips, kissing her softly. "I can't wait any longer, Mom. I can't."

"You don't have to," she whispered.

I moved down the bed and eased her panties off. She'd obviously trimmed herself down there. When we started with the closet stuff, I saw her naked many times. She had a big bush. Now it was a carefully cropped patch, and smooth as silk below.

"God, you're sexy," I said.

"Really?"

I didn't reply. I just dropped down and kissed her between the legs, before going down on her. Aunt Carol had taught me a lot about doing that. She had no filter, and no shame. My aunt wouldn't hesitate to tell me what she liked and what she wanted. I'm certain Mom was the opposite. She would do whatever I wanted, and never ask for anything. So she was going to benefit from Aunt Carol's instruction.

It was a complete head rush going down on Mom, listening to her breathy gasps and moans. She went on and on about how wonderful it was, how wonderful I was. I was able to get her close to coming a couple of times, doing my best to drive her a little crazy. But I didn't want her first time coming for me to be on anything but my cock.

The third time I had her on the brink, I backed away to her frustrated moans. She looked up at me in eager fascination as I opened her legs, tapping my cock against her clit. I rubbed it up and down across her opening, watching her lips part for me. She was trembling when I pressed the head forward, watching it disappear. I worked it back and forth a couple of inches until I'd settled solidly inside of her. Then I stretched out over Mom, gazing into her loving eyes.

"It's time, Mom," I whispered.

She nodded, giving me a smile. "Long past time, my love. Make me yours."

I lowered myself to my elbows, bringing my face down to hers. I kissed her lips softly, staring into her eyes, as I pressed forward. Slowly, ever so slowly I sank into her.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

She shook her head. "Fuck okay, I'm fantastic!"

I chuckled. "Yes, you are." I pulled back slowly, and drove my entire length back into her firmly.

"Yesss," she hissed, tilting her head back and closing her eyes.

I long stroked her slowly, in and out, just enjoying the feeling of filling Mom's tight pussy. And it was tight, tighter than Aunt Carol. Tighter than most of the girls I'd know in college.

"God, you feel great, Mom."

"Fuck me, baby. Fuck me good. Fuck me hard. Fuck me like you own me."

That was an offer I wasn't going to pass up. I stretched my legs out for leverage and picked up the pace. I felt her tremble as I pounded my cock into her.

"Oh, baby," she groaned. "Like that, harder, you're gonna make me come."

I did as she asked. She was my Mom, after all. I fucked her harder, faster, jack hammering my cock into her for all I was worth. Her hands alternated between rubbing all over me, and clutching me hard, digging her fingers in to my flesh.

"Come for me, Mom," I growled.

She whimpered, trembling, moaning softly as she worked her hips against my thrusts, fucking back at me.

"Come, my beautiful cum-slut, my sexy cock-sucker, come!"

Her eyes flew open and her mouth gaped wide as she gasped. I had her, I could feel it.

"That's it you sexy cum-slut. Come!"

She was shaking, fingers digging into me as she nearly bucked me off of her. Jesus, Mom was a wild woman when she came. She grabbed me around the neck, pulling me down hard, clamping her teeth down on my bare shoulder as she shuddered underneath me. It was all too much, and my need to finish came over me like an avalanche.I growled as I thrust deep, pumping my Mom full of cum. She whimpered and clung to me hard as I tried to back off. I stopped resisting and rested atop her, while my hips nudged my cock back into her until I was completely done.

Her arms finally relaxed and she let me free. I looked down and saw tears in her eyes.

"Did I hurt you?" I asked.

She smiled, shaking her head softly. "Never, baby boy. You could never hurt me. That was perfect, even better than my dreams and fantasies. Thank you."

"Thank you, Mom. You are amazing."

She grinned. "That's all I've ever wanted to be. Amazing for you."

Mom gave me a little push to the side, dislodging me from between her legs onto my back. Mom's not finicky about cum; I think we've already established that. She didn't hesitate to climb down between my legs, cleaning me, then sucking me back to hardness.

When she'd finished that task, she moved off of me, and got on her hands and knees, facing the end of the bed. She wiggled her ass at me. There wasn't nearly as much ass there as when we started, but it was still full and tempting.

"Fuck me, baby. Fuck me good. Fuck me however you want."

Fucking my Mom doggy style had to be one of life's greatest pleasures. Grabbing those big soft cheeks, smacking her ass playfully, watching the full length of my cock disappear inside of her, it was mesmerizing. I loved it and told her so.

She giggled, wiggling her butt for me. "Yours, beautiful boy. Like all of me."

The second time was playful and sexy. Incredibly fun. We tried several positions before Mom was riding me; gazing down at me with so much love in her eyes it was painful.

She was riding me slow and gentle when one hand caressed my face. "I love you so much, Randy. You saved me. You've made me incredibly happy. Happier than I ever thought I'd be."

I pulled her down and hugged her before kissing her. She was still, while I drove my cock up into her from below. I pressed my lips to her ear. "It wasn't a chore, Mom. I love every minute I've spent with you. Not to mention that your blowjobs are the best ever. Incredible. I'm the luckiest guy in the world."

She looked deep into my eyes. "You understand I'm your woman now, right? Completely and without reserve. I'm yours until you tire of me. For as long as you want, or as short as you want. Whatever you want."

I stopped the motion down below, and felt her sink down onto my hardness. "Forever, Mom. You and me, forever."

She kissed me then, and started moving, getting serious. She rode me hard until I was groaning. "Come for me, baby. Fill me up with that delicious cum," she growled.

I did. Twice more in fact.

The next morning I gently pulled out of my Mom's arms and snuck out of the room. I cleaned up in the bathroom before returning to my old room. I was already getting hard in anticipation.

I love my Mom. I loved fucking her for the first time, and for the next three. I'm certain I'll love fucking her for as long as this goes on. But there's something about having Mom on her knees on the other side of the wall, sucking my cock. It's an addiction.

Ding-ding-ding "Winnie."

Ding-ding-ding "Winnie."

Ding-ding-ding "Winnie."

I heard Mom moan, then slowly sit up.

Ding-ding-ding "Winnie."

Abruptly she sat up straight, and a huge smile engulfed her face.

Ding-ding-ding "Winnie."

She was out of the bed in a flash, all of her lovely soft lady parts jiggling sexily. "I'm coming, sir! I'm coming!"

I stuck my cock through the hole and Mom didn't hesitate for a second taking it deep.

"Slowly, my lovely cum-slut. Slow and easy, let me enjoy it."

"Yes, sir," she nodded.

She was teasing me now, so beautifully, so sexily.

"I've trained you well, my sexy cock-sucker. You are excellent."

That was the first time I'd told her that she was better than good.

"Excellent, sir? Truly?"

"Beyond excellent. Superb, the best."

She was grinning as she licked my shaft. "Better than my slut-sister?"

"There's no compare. None. She's an amateur compared to you." Perhaps not totally true, but I know that's what Mom liked to hear.

"Please, sir. You can't tell her that. It would break her heart. Just tell her that I'm only a little better. Please." She finished her plea by deep-throating me.

"As you wish. Now show me why you're the best."

It took her about ten minutes to do just that. When we were done she kept playing with my cock, doing her best to bring it back to life.

"Sir?"

"Yes, my delightful cum-slut."

"Promise me we'll never stop doing this. No matter what happens, you can't take this away from me. Please. I'll do anything you want."

"After all the work it's taken to get you to this point, do you think I'd give this up? Never. You are my personal cum-slut, my exquisite cock-sucker, and that will never change."

"Thank you, sir. Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

Then Mom proved she was a miracle worker by getting me hard again, then spending another fifteen minutes to knock it back down.

* * * *

After about a month, we were down to three or four times a week, because she said I was wearing her out. I was still getting my daily morning closet BJ, and it looked like that was never going to stop. Let's face it; Mom loved sucking cock, especially mine. Throw in Aunt Carol coming over a few times a week for her 'practice', and I was in heaven.

After that first summer with Mom, I moved back home and commuted to school. My grades took a hit the first quarter, but Mom understood the whole carrot and stick pretty well. A weekend away with both sisters, followed up with the locking of the closet door until my grades were back where they belonged took care of any school issues. I was on the Dean's list by the end of the year. My reward was unfathomable.

It's been four years now. Mom's looking better than ever, and her blowjobs are still the best, although Aunt Carol is damn close. We take a couple of 'family' vacations a year, where the sisters spoil me rotten. Mom's still not as good as Aunt Carol in bed, but she's a lot less stingy with her ass, and she's my Mom, which makes up for a lot. Plus, she has gotten a lot better. She has one hell of a mentor and coach in her sister.

I'm not sure where we go from here. Mom says I don't have to work. Dad's business keeps growing, and Mom's share is more than I'm likely to earn after 20 years. Still, I've got to do something. I'm gonna give college another year, and get my masters degree. After that, I'm thinking of trying to work as a freelance travel writer. I've been promised the best of companions, and we've kind of been bit by the travel bug. Aunt Carol has this weird goal of fifty countries, fifty positions. She carries along her Kama Sutra illustrated book wherever we go, checking off each new goal. Mom thinks it would be neat to suck cock in a hundred different cities. Since the only cock she's gonna be sucking is mine, it looks like I'll be busy if the sisters get their way.

I've even converted a pop-up photo backdrop into our own personal travel glory-hole.

Wish me luck!