Chapter 255 - Charlie's Hole – SUPERSIZED-1/3

Charlie's Hole – SUPERSIZED

By Klrxo

"Oh, I don't fucking know!" Sherry exclaimed in a burst of frustration, setting the sleek smart-watch back down on the glossy display case. The soft hum of the department store filled the air around them, punctuated by the distant chatter of other shoppers.

"Did you change your mind… again?" Barb inquired, standing close to her best friend amidst the aisles of high-tech gadgets. Her voice carried a teasing lilt as she observed Sherry's indecision.

"He didn't really ask for a smart watch, so why should I spend all that money on one?" Sherry reasoned, her tone a mix of practicality and uncertainty.

"What DID he ask for, a blow up doll?" Barb continued, her curiosity piqued as they began to stroll together through the store. Their dainty designer heels clicked rhythmically on the polished floor, echoing slightly in the vast space. The elegant shoes cradled their beautiful tan feet, each toenail meticulously painted with a glossy finish. Short pleated skirts swayed around thick juicy bubble butts, gracefully draping over their strong, freshly-shaved legs. Light turtlenecks hugged trim torsos and giant meaty tits, the indentations of their fat nipples clearly visible through the snug fabric.

"You know what he asked for… video games. What else would he want?" Sherry replied, a hint of exasperation in her voice as she brushed a strand of her platinum-blonde hair away from her pretty face, the strands gleaming under the store's bright lights.

"Then buy him a video game and be done," Barb suggested, her tone pragmatic as she offered a simple solution.

"And enable a bad habit that he already spends WAY too much time doing? I don't think so. I really wanna buy him something out of the box this year. Something different," Sherry explained, her voice laced with determination to find the perfect gift. "I mean, he's turning 18; that's kind of a big deal."

"Well, you can always do like a lot of moms are doing and buy Charlie a glory hole," Barb joked, her laughter making her ballooning MILF tits jiggle.

"Very funny!" Sherry retorted, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips despite herself.

"I'm dead serious. My sister bought one for her son, and from what I've heard, he fucking loves it!"

"Wait... are we actually discussing a literal hole in the wall where a guy sticks his cock through?"

"Yes, a literal hole in the wall, with a female on the other side, ready to suck and fuck the cum from his balls. That's exactly what we're discussing," Barb confirmed with unwavering certainty.

"Hold on a sec," Sherry interjected, abruptly halting. "Firstly... how does one even go about purchasing something like that, and secondly... if your sister bought her son a glory hole, who the fuck is the woman on the other side?"

"Apparently, there's a company dedicated to this, and they install them wherever you want. As for your second question... who do you think is on the other side? My sister!"

"Your sister? But... isn't the woman on the other side supposed to be servicing dick?"

"Yep!" Barb nodded, her grin spreading wide.

"Oh my god, Barb! Your sister is sucking her own son's dick?!"

"Among other things, yes!" Barb replied with an unsettling ease.

"Among other things?! Don't tell me she's actually giving him pussy too?"

"Oh, come on, Sherry, don't act so shocked. We both know at least half a dozen moms who are riding the cock train to nasty town with their sons, while their husbands are at work."

"Yes, we do, but we're not talking about your sister or those other moms. We're talking about ME and my son, remember?"

"Yes, your son, Charlie, who, might I remind you, has been stealing your panties to beat off with since he hit puberty," Barb stated bluntly.

"So you think I should encourage such behavior by just drilling a fucking hole in the wall for his enjoyment?"

"There doesn't even have to be sex involved," Barb insisted, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "The hole could be just for Charlie to sneak peeks at you getting naked now and then."

"I am not turning my house into a strip club," Sherry shot back, her voice firm.

"The point is, it's an outrageously untraditional gift…and you WERE looking for something different for him, right?" Barb pressed, her words dripping with persuasion.

"Well, a glory hole is definitely in the 'different' category," Sherry admitted, her voice laced with disbelief. "You said there's a company that actually installs these things?"

"Yep, that's what my sister told me. These glory holes are more than just a hole cut into the wall. Certainly not something you buy from your local Home Depot. This company is totally legit," Barb assured, her grin widening like a Cheshire cat. "Why, is Mrs. prim and proper actually considering it now?"

"Are you kidding? Dave would lose his mind if he ever found something like that in our house."

"It's not like it's a blatant hole in the wall. The one they did for my sister's son is so well concealed, you'd never spot it. They cap it with something that blends seamlessly with the wall."

"Even so…if my husband discovered it, how on earth would I explain that?"

"Who says you need to explain anything?" Barb countered. "If he finds it, just act clueless. He'll think it was something the perverted previous owners left behind."

Sherry couldn't believe she was actually entertaining the idea, but she figured getting more information on the product wouldn't hurt, even if the idea was scandalous.

"Alright, get that website from your sister," Sherry relented, her curiosity piqued. "I'm not saying I'm buying one, but I'll at least take a look at what it's all about."

"I knew it," Barb giggled, giving her friend a mischievous wink. "You're buying one."

"I didn't say that!" Sherry smirked.

"You don't have to. I can see that naughty twinkle in your eye," Barb stated in amusement. "I know you as well as you know yourself, Sher."

Sherry knew it was true. The two were like sisters who even shared sex toys and masturbated together from time to time. But purchasing such a gift for her son had to be a decision and commitment that was hers and hers alone.

Charlie, Sherry's son, was a pervert. He had a raging hard-on for busty MILFs with massive tits and rounded asses. He'd jerk off three times a day to dirty MILF porn he found online. The irony? The hottest MILF in town was right under his roof - his own mom, Sherry. He constantly fantasized about ramming his thick cock into her pussy or tight asshole. He imagined her massive tits bouncing on her chest while he fucked her senseless.

"Charlie... dinner's ready!" her sweet voice called from the kitchen.

Chaos was ensuing downstairs. His younger siblings were always screeching about some bullshit, while his dad complained about work.

" Kids... enough please!" Charlie's mother patiently snapped as she brought dinner to the table, her dainty stiletto heels tapping against the wood floor.

"Looks delicious, babe," Charlie's dad, Dave, complimented, as his wife served them each a plate.

"Thanks. I tried this new recipe that Barb told me about."

Sherry knew Charlie's eyes were always glued to her at dinner. She would constantly catch him staring at her jiggling ass or bouncy tits. But before investing in something like a glory hole for him to spy through, she wanted to be sure he'd actually use it. The hot mom decided to test the waters and see if her son really wanted to see her body naked.

"Did you wash your hands, sweetie?" she inquired, standing just beside him and ladling food onto his plate.

"Yes, ma'am," Charlie replied, glancing up at her. It was then he noticed how low her blouse was unbuttoned, revealing an tremendous display of creamy tit-cleavage. What he wouldn't give to bury his face between those watermelon-sized udders and never come up for air.

His mom caught his eye, her luscious pink lips curling into a knowing smile, prompting him to avert his gaze with a blush.

Throughout dinner, Sherry lost count of how many times she'd caught her son stealing glances at her ridiculously-sized rack. "Well, at least I know for sure now that a peephole would definitely get used," she mused to herself. "I wonder if it's just my big tits or if there are other parts of me that captivate him?"

"Charlie, would you mind helping me with the dishes, sweetheart?" she asked him once dinner was over and the others had left.

"No, not at all," he responded, watching her bubble butt sway beneath her skirt as she sauntered towards the sink.

As Sherry began putting away the dried dishes, she deliberately dropped a few pieces of silverware onto the floor. "Oh, damn…I'm such a klutz. Would you mind picking those up for me, sweetie?" she asked.

Charlie dropped to his knees, eager to gather the scattered silverware. Being the perverted fuck that he was, he couldn't help but fixate on his mom's legs, glistening with a fresh tan. Her toned muscles screamed of strength, and her short skirt left little to the imagination.

He inched closer, angling for a view beneath her skirt. His eyes widened as he glimpsed her barely-there panties, the fabric stretched tautly across her plump mound. Her pussy lips bulged against the material, the crease of her slit clearly visible. He could see soft, supple flesh spilling from the edges of her panties, begging to be touched.

The scent of lemon- fresh soap suds clung to the air as Sherry, scrubbed the dishes with a gentle rhythm. She cast a glance over her shoulder, her eyes landing on her son, who was crouched low, taking a peek up her skirt. "You better not let your father catch you doing that, Charlie," she said, her voice a warm blend of amusement and warning.

Charlie shot up like a jack-in-the-box, his cheeks flushing a guilty pink. "Doing what?" he asked, feigning ignorance with wide, innocent eyes.

Sherry chuckled, as she gazed him in the eyes mischievously. "You know what," she said, turning back to her task.

Charlie sighed and resumed drying the dishes, the towel making a soft, swishing sound against the ceramic plates. After a moment, Sherry broke the silence, her voice casual yet probing. "Do you peek under girls' skirts at school too, honey? Trying to catch a glimpse of their pussies through their panties?"

Charlie's hands stilled, his shock palpable. "No, ma'am," he muttered, his ears turning a deep shade of crimson.

Sherry turned to look at him, her eyes soft and understanding. "You don't have to lie to me, sweetie," she said gently. "I know how curious you are about girls' bodies."

Charlie swallowed hard, his grip tightening on the towel. "I wouldn't lie to you, mom" he lied, his voice barely above a whisper.

Sherry turned back to her dishes, her hands moving in a steady, practiced rhythm. "Have you ever seen a girl naked?" she asked, her tone conversational. "A real girl, not one of those plastic women on the internet."

Charlie's breath hitched, his heart pounding in his chest. "No," he admitted, his voice barely audible. "I've never seen a girl naked in person."

Sherry looked at him, her eyes searching his face. "Well, what if you did?" she asked, her voice soft. "Would probably make your penis hard? Would it make you wanna touch yourself, Charlie?"

Charlie's blush deepened, spreading down to his neck. "Mom, that's kinda personal," he mumbled, his eyes fixed on the dish in his hands.

Sherry laughed, a sound like tinkling bells. "So is what's going on beneath my skirt," she said, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "But that didn't stop you, did it?"

Charlie's lips pressed into a thin line, his silence an admission of guilt. He shook his head, a small, almost imperceptible movement.

"Then answer my question then. If you saw a girl naked, would you jerk off and give yourself pleasure, while you watch her?" the mother persisted.

"Probably," Charlie admitted, hardly believing his mom was asking such questions.

"While your beating off…would you imagine that you're manhood is inside her pussy – that you're having hot, nasty sex with her?" the mother asked.

"Mom!" Charlie blushed, hardly able to look her in the eyes.

"Charlie, you're gonna be 18 in two days. Technically, you'll be an adult," Sherry reminded him. "Do you wanna have an ADULT conversation with me, or should I keep treating you like a boy?"

Charlie was proud of the fact that he was nearly 18. He certainly didn't wanna be treated like a little kid anymore. "I can have an adult conversation," he answered, forcing himself to look over at her.

"Good…and I can use adult language with you and you won't be embarrassed?"

"Yes," he responded with a decisive nod.

"I'm glad to hear that," the mother smiled. "So back to my question then. If you saw a girl naked, would you imagine that you're fucking her? Using her body like a sex toy?"

Charlie's heart skipped a beat. He had only heard his mom say "fuck" once before and it certainly wasn't in this context.

"Well…would you?" his mom asked impatiently.

"Yes, if she was hot," he timidly replied.

"Define 'hot' for me," his mom asked. "What color would her hair be?"

"Blonde."

"Blonde…like mine?" Sherry asked, running her finger through her silky platinum blonde hair.

"Yes."

"Hmn. What else? Would she have big boobs…a thick ass maybe?" Sherry asked candidly.

"Yes, both of those," Charlie answered blushingly, glancing at his mom's huge melons, which seemed ready to burst from her top at any moment.

"Would she tease you with her big titties, sweetie? Is that something you fantasize about?"

Charlie was still in awe that he was even having this conversation with his sexy mom. He could hardly answer his heart was beating so fast.

"Charlie?" his mom asked, peeking over at him.

"Sorry, um…yes, she would be teasing me with them for sure."

"How so?" She asked, turning towards him curiously so her giant melons separated the distance between them. "The same way those big tit porn stars tease on the internet?"

"Yeah," Charlie replied, gulping as he gazed at the canyon of cleaved tit-meat looming beside him.

"And what do they do, sweetheart? What do those online sluts do with their heavy tits that you like so much?" Sherry asked.

Charlie was too embarrassed to look his mom in the eyes as the answer slipped from his lips. "Swing them back and forth."

"Oh, I see. You like that, huh?" his mom asked, smiling over at him. "When a woman swings her big naked tits back and forth for you?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Does it make your penis get big and stiff when you watch that?" she asked, her brilliant blue eyes peeking down at the lewd bulge in his pants.

"Uh-huh!" Charlie nodded.

"How old are these girls that swing their tits for you online, sweetie?" his mother asked, already knowing the answer.

"A lot older than I am," Charlie replied.

"A lot older, huh? Are they my age?" Sherry asked with a curious smile.

"Most of them, yes."

Sherry leaned back against the counter, making her mommy-milkers jut out even further. She rubbed his arm tenderly. "And what do you call a woman my age that you wanna get nasty with, Charlie?" she asked.

"A MILF."

"And what's that stand for?" Sherry asked with a naughty grin, dying to hear her son answer. "Come on, Charlie…you can say it. We're having an adult conversation, remember? Tell me what MILF stands for."

Charlie took a nervous gulp, then spit it out. "Mom I'd like to…fuck," he muttered.

Sherry thrust her huge tits out, closing the distance between them so her protruding nipples grazed his chest as they pushing out from beneath the fabric. "Do you know lots of moms you'd like to fuck, sweetie?" she asked in sexy tone. "Real moms, not internet moms?"

"Yeah, um…some," he answered.

"Do you like to imagine that they're cheating on their husbands with you?" Sherry asked, curling her leg behind him and running her sexy bare foot up the back his leg. "That they're letting you between their spread-open thighs so you can pound your hard penis inside them and make them scream out in pleasure?"

"That would be…um…amazing!" the boy gulped, hardly able to breathe he was so turned on by his mom's questions.

"What if it were an older woman you were close to…someone who you saw a lot…would you wanna see her naked and fuck her hard too?"

The teen nodded with hesitation. "Yes, if she'd let me."

Charlie's dad suddenly walked in, causing him and his mother to quickly separate and begin working on dishes again. "Anything I can do to help?" Dave asked.

"Nope. We just about have it finished, honey," his wife answered, glancing at her son conspiratorially.

As they finished the last of the dishes, Sherry's mind was swirling with thoughts. Their intimate conversation had confirmed what she already suspected - her son was lusting after MILFs, and likely fantasizing about fucking her too. The way his eyes devoured her body left little doubt.

Maybe installing a glory hole for his birthday wasn't such an outrageous idea after all. It would give him an outlet for his raging teenage hormones and perverse desires.

The following week, Sherry found herself sitting at the kitchen table across from a well-dressed woman with an air of professional confidence. The saleslady, introducing herself as Candace, had arrived promptly for their scheduled consultation while the house was empty.

"So tell me a bit about your son Charlie's...naughty obsession," Candace began, her pen poised over a sleek tablet as she prepared to take notes. "The more we understand what gets him off, the better we can tailor our installation to suit his needs."

Sherry shifted uncomfortably in her seat, the topic still feeling surreal and taboo. "Well, as I mentioned on the phone, he's been using my panties for quite some time now. Sniffing them. Tasting them. I've caught him red-handed on multiple occasions."

Candace nodded, unfazed by the revelation. "That's quite common, actually. Many of our clients' sons exhibit similar behavior. It's a natural curiosity at his age. What else have you noticed?"

Emboldened by Candace's nonjudgmental demeanor, Sherry continued, "I've overheard him...jerking off...on more than one occasion. Always when he thinks no one is home or when everyone's asleep."

"Perfectly normal," Candace assured her, jotting down a few notes. "And have you ever caught him trying to sneak a peek while you're undressing or in a state of undress?"

Sherry's cheeks flushed at the memory. "There was one incident...I had just stepped out of the shower when I heard a noise. I peeked out and saw Charlie's reflection in the mirror, watching me from the doorway."

"Excellent," Candace remarked, a smile playing on her lips. "It seems your son has a healthy fascination with the female form, particularly yours. Which mean a glory hole, appropriately placed, is something he would definitely utilize."

Sherry's brow furrowed. "I'm still not entirely sure about this whole thing. It feels so...wrong...to encourage this kind of perverted behavior."

Candace reached across the table, placing a reassuring hand on Sherry's. "Mrs. Thompson, I assure you, you're not alone in these concerns. But let me ask you this...would you rather your son continue to steal your panties and spy on you without your consent, or would you prefer to provide him with a safe, controlled outlet for his natural urges?"

Sherry pondered the question, her resolve slowly crumbling. "I suppose when you put it that way..."

"Trust me," Candace said, her voice smooth as silk, "our glory holes have prevented many awkward situations. By giving your son this gift, you're showing him that you understand and accept his needs. It's a beautiful thing, really."

"So, tell me more about how all this works," Sherry said, anxious to hear more.

Candace leaned forward, her expression serious yet understanding. "We offer three distinct types of installations, each designed to cater to different levels of...interaction." She tapped her pen against the tablet, pulling up a series of images.

"The first option is our Peephole Package. As the name suggests, this is purely for visual stimulation. A small, discreet opening is installed at eye level, allowing your son to observe without any physical contact. Many of our clients find this to be a good starting point."

Sherry nodded, her eyes fixed on the screen. The idea of Charlie watching her through a hole in the wall that only they knew about sent a forbidden thrill through her body.

"The second option," Candace continued, "is our Oral Fixation Package. This includes the peephole, but with an additional opening at waist height. This allows for...shall we say...more intimate interactions. Your

son would be able to experience the pleasure of oral stimulation without the complexities of a full physical encounter."

Sherry swallowed hard, her mind racing with the implications. The thought of her own son's cock passing through that opening, into her waiting mouth...it was both terrifying and exhilarating.

"And finally," Candace said, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "we have our Full Access Package. This is our most comprehensive installation, featuring a much larger opening and bench on each side strategically placed to accommodate a wide range of sexual activities. With this option, you and your son can explore the full spectrum of physical intimacy, all while maintaining a small degree of separation and anonymity."

Sherry's heart pounded in her chest as she pictured the scene: Charlie, his youthful body pressing against the wall, his hardness penetrating the opening, entering her...

"I...I don't know," she stammered, her face flushed with a mixture of shame and arousal. "It's all so overwhelming to even think about."

Candace smiled, her eyes glinting with understanding. "Of course it is. This is a big decision. But let me assure you, Mrs. Thompson...whichever package you choose, you'll be giving your son a gift that will shape his sexual development in a positive, healthy way. You'll be the mother he always dreamed of...in every sense of the word."

Sherry took a deep breath, considering her options. She wanted a memorable gift for Charlie, and this would certainly be that. She shook her reservations aside and made a decision that she knew would be best for her son.

"I think the Peephole Package would be the best fit for now," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I want Charlie to be able

to...to see me...from time to time. But I love my husband, and I couldn't betray our marriage vows with anything more than that."

Candace nodded, her expression one of gentle understanding. "Of course, Mrs. Thompson. The Peephole Package is a wonderful choice, and it's the one most of our clients start with. It allows for that intimate visual connection without crossing any physical boundaries."

She made a note on her tablet, then looked up with a knowing smile. "And remember, you can always upgrade later if you find yourself wanting more. Many of our moms do, once they see how positively their sons respond to the initial installation."

Sherry felt a flutter of excitement mixed with trepidation at the thought. The idea of Charlie's eyes on her, drinking in her naked form, was undeniably thrilling. But the prospect of things escalating further...of his youthful hardness penetrating the wall, seeking her warmth...it was almost too much to contemplate.

"Let's just stick with the Peephole for now," she said firmly, as if trying to convince herself as much as Candace. "I think that's plenty to start with."

Candace nodded, her smile never wavering. "Absolutely. We'll get the installation scheduled, and before you know it, you'll be giving Charlie the gift of a lifetime. Trust me, Mrs. Thompson...you're about to embark on a journey that will bring you and your son closer than you ever thought possible."

Sherry swallowed hard, her mind swirling with a heady mix of anticipation and fear. She knew she was stepping into uncharted territory, crossing lines she never thought she'd even approach. But the hunger in her son's eyes, the aching need she'd seen in those furtive glances and stolen moments...it called to something deep within her, something primal and irresistible.

As they walked through the house, Candace took in the elegant decor and spacious layout. It was clear the Thompsons were a well-to-do family with impeccable taste. But what caught her eye even more was Sherry herself.

The blonde-haired beauty moved with a graceful confidence, her curvaceous figure drawing the eye like a magnet. Her gigantic tits strained against the fabric of her blouse with each step, the rounded globes defying gravity in a way that seemed almost supernatural. And when she turned, her skirt hugged the generous curves of her rounded ass, the taut flesh jiggling ever so slightly with each stride.

It was no wonder her son was obsessed, Candace mused silently. With a mother like Sherry, what red-blooded young man could resist the temptation to sneak a peek, to drink in the forbidden sight of her naked splendor?

As they toured the upper floor, Candace studied the layout with a critical eye. Sherry led her into the master bedroom, a spacious oasis of luxury with a king-sized bed and plush carpeting.

"This is the master bedroom," Sherry explained, gesturing around the room. "And over here is my walk-in closet." She opened the door to reveal a fashionista's dream, with rows of designer clothes, shoes, and accessories neatly arranged.

Candace stepped inside, running her hand along the wall that separated the closet from the adjoining room. "And what's on the other side of this wall?" she asked, her tone casual but pointed.

Sherry blinked, caught off guard by the question. "Oh, that's Charlie's room. His closet backs up to mine."

A slow smile spread across Candace's face. "Mrs. Thompson, I believe we've found the perfect spot for the installation." She turned to face Sherry, her eyes glinting with excitement. "Think about it - the closets

provide the ideal cover. You can slip in here anytime, and Charlie can access the peephole from the privacy of his own space."

Sherry's heart raced at the thought. The idea of Charlie watching her from the shadows of his closet, his eyes drinking her in as she undressed mere feet away... it was thrilling and taboo all at once.

"I suppose you're right," she managed, her voice thick with a desire she couldn't quite suppress. "The closets do seem like the most private spot for this."

Candace nodded, her smile widening. "Once we install the peephole, this space will become a sanctuary for you and Charlie. A place where you can connect on a level deeper than words, where the lines between mother and son blur and something new and beautiful emerges."

She ran her fingers along the wall again, as if picturing the opening that would soon be there. "And who knows? In time, you may find yourself craving more than just his gaze. The Peephole Package is only the beginning..."

Candace pulled out her tablet, quickly navigating to a series of images showcasing the various features of the Peephole Package. "Now, let me walk you through some of the specifics," she began, her voice taking on a professorial tone.

"First and foremost, the peephole itself is a marvel of engineering. It's not just a simple hole in the wall - it's a high-tech optical device that allows for crystal-clear viewing from the other side. The lens is designed to provide a wide-angle view, so Charlie will be able to take in every inch of your glorious body."

Sherry felt a flush creep up her neck at the thought, her skin prickling with a mixture of embarrassment and excitement.

"But that's not all," Candace continued, swiping to the next image. "The peephole comes equipped with a state-of-the-art zoom function. With

just a tap on his phone screen, Charlie can magnify any part of you that catches his eye. Imagine him honing in on the swell of your breasts, the curve of your hips, the most intimate parts of you..."

Sherry's breath caught in her throat, her mind conjuring up images of Charlie's hungry gaze roving over her body, zeroing in on her most private areas

"And for those times when Charlie wants a more... immersive experience," Candace went on, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "the peephole has a built-in microphone. He'll be able to hear every sigh, every moan, every whispered word that escapes your lips as you pleasure yourself mere inches away."

Sherry's knees felt weak at the thought, her core clenching with a sudden, desperate need. The idea of Charlie listening in on her most intimate moments, of him hearing the evidence of her arousal... it was almost too much to bear.

"Of course, discretion is key," Candace assured her, sensing her unease. "The microphone is equipped with a mute function, so you can control when and what Charlie hears. And the peephole itself is virtually undetectable from your side - just a tiny, innocuous dot on the wall, easily mistaken for a small imperfection in the paint."

She swiped to another image, this one showing a sleek, modern interface on a smartphone screen. "And here's where the real magic happens - the companion app. Once installed on Charlie's phone, it gives him complete control over his viewing experience. He can activate the peephole camera and microphone remotely, so he never has to miss a moment of your beauty."

Sherry's eyes widened at the implications. Charlie would have access to her at any time, day or night. The thought was both thrilling and terrifying.

"The app also includes a recording function," Candace added, her smile turning sly. "So if Charlie wants to relive a particularly memorable moment, or if he needs some... visual stimulation for his own private activities, he can save the footage for later viewing. All stored securely and encrypted, of course."

Sherry's mind reeled at the thought of Charlie rewatching her intimate moments, using the footage to fuel his own desires. It was a level of exposure she'd never contemplated before, a blurring of boundaries that both scared and excited her.

"I know it's a lot to take in," Candace said gently, sensing her inner turmoil. "But I promise you, Mrs. Thompson, this technology has been designed with the utmost care and consideration. We've thought of everything to ensure a safe, secure, and deeply satisfying experience for both you and Charlie."

Candace set down the tablet and met Sherry's gaze with a knowing look. "Now, there's one more important aspect we need to discuss - the wall treatment."

Sherry's brow furrowed in confusion. "Wall treatment? What do you mean?"

Candace smiled patiently. "Well, let's be frank. With a son as virile and eager as Charlie, that wall is going to see a lot of... activity. We need to make sure it's properly prepared for the onslaught of teenage enthusiasm, if you catch my drift."

Sherry's eyes widened as understanding dawned. "Oh. Oh my." She felt her cheeks heat at the thought of what Candace was implying.

"Don't worry, we've got it all figured out," Candace assured her. "We'll be applying a special polymer coating to the wall on Charlie's side. It's a high-tech material designed specifically for this purpose - to withstand

the rigors of repeated, shall we say, 'impacts' and to provide easy cleanup."

Sherry couldn't help but imagine the scene - Charlie, overcome with lust at the sight of her naked body, frantically stroking himself until he painted the wall with his youthful seed. The thought sent a forbidden thrill straight to her core.

"The coating is completely clear and won't affect the aesthetics of the wall," Candace continued. "But it will prevent any staining or damage from Charlie's... enthusiasm. And cleanup is a breeze - just a quick wipe with a damp cloth and it's good as new, ready for the next round."

Sherry marveled at the thoroughness of the company's approach. They really had thought of everything. "That's... that's good to know," she managed, her voice slightly strangled.

Candace nodded, her expression one of understanding. "Believe me, Mrs. Thompson, you're not the first mom to grapple with these realities. But that's why we're here - to make this whole process as seamless and stress-free as possible."

She reached out and gave Sherry's hand a reassuring squeeze. "By the time we're finished, Charlie's closet will be a veritable pleasure palace, equipped with everything he needs to explore his desires in a safe, controlled environment. And you'll be the star of the show - the object of his deepest, darkest fantasies come to life."

Sherry felt a rush of heat at the thought, her body responding to the taboo thrill of it all. She knew she was crossing a line, venturing into uncharted territory. But the hunger in Candace's eyes, the promise of forbidden delights, was too powerful to resist.

With the decision made, Sherry wasted no time in scheduling the installation. She knew she had to be cautious, to ensure that her husband

remained blissfully unaware of the forbidden gift she was about to bestow upon their son.

After careful consideration, she settled on a date when Dave would be away on a business trip, the kids safely ensconced in the routine of school. It was the perfect window of opportunity, a chance to transform her son's closet into a sanctuary of secret desires without fear of discovery.

The day of the installation arrived, and Sherry found herself pacing nervously in her bedroom as the technicians worked diligently in Charlie's closet. The hum of power tools and murmur of voices filtered through the wall, a tangible reminder of the forbidden transformation taking place mere feet away.

As the hours ticked by, Sherry's anticipation grew, mingling with a heady sense of trepidation. What would it be like, she wondered, to stand before that innocent-looking wall and know that her son's hungry gaze could be devouring her at any moment? The thought sent a shiver down her spine, a delicious mix of fear and excitement.

Finally, the lead technician emerged, a satisfied smile on his face. "All done, Mrs. Thompson," he announced, wiping his hands on his overalls. "The peephole is installed and fully operational. Here's a link to the companion app for your son to load onto his phone, so he'll be able to access the feed as soon as he gets home."

Sherry nodded, her throat suddenly dry. "Thank you," she managed, her voice barely above a whisper. "I... I appreciate your discretion in all of this."

The technician chuckled, his eyes glinting with a knowing look. "Believe me, ma'am, we've seen it all. Your secret is safe with us." With a final nod, he and his team packed up their equipment and took their leave.

Charlie's birthday party went off without a hitch. The house was filled with the laughter and chatter of family and friends as they celebrated the young man's special day. Sherry played the perfect hostess, smiling and mingling with the guests, all the while feeling the weight of her secret pressing against her chest.

Amidst the bustling energy of the party, Sherry and Barb found their attention continually drawn to Charlie and his two friends seated across the room. The moms sipped their wine, their eyes discreetly roaming over the young men's lean, athletic builds, drinking in the sight of their toned muscles and the tantalizing bulges at their crotches.

The boys, for their part, couldn't keep their gazes from drifting to the two gorgeous MILFs. Sherry and Barb were the epitome of every teenage fantasy - their massive breasts straining against the confines of their low-cut blouses, their smooth, tanned legs crossed in a manner that was both elegant and seductive. The women seemed acutely aware of the effect they were having, their glossy lips curving into knowing smiles as they caught the boys staring.

"God, would you look at them," Barb murmured, leaning in close to Sherry's ear. "Those young studs look good enough to eat. Especially the birthday boy."

Sherry felt a flush of heat at her friend's words, her eyes flickering to Charlie. Her son was laughing at something one of his buddies had said, his handsome face alight with joy. But there was a hunger in his gaze as it slid back to her, a raw, unfiltered desire that made her breath catch.

"You're so bad," she whispered back to Barb, her voice thick with a longing she couldn't quite suppress. "Little does Charlie know he's about to get a birthday present he'll never forget."

Charlie's eyes locked with his mom's, their gazes smoldering with unspoken desire. He could see her and Barb whispering to each other, their eyes drifting over his body with a hunger that made his cock stiffen in his jeans. When Barb's gaze lingered pointedly on his crotch, Charlie's

imagination ran wild picturing what the two sexy MILFs must be discussing.

His eyes roamed up their curvaceous mommy-figures, taking in every luscious detail. He started at their dainty feet, admiring the way their stilettos cradled their sexy pedicured toes and accentuated their smooth, tanned calves. His gaze traveled higher, caressing the taut muscles of their thighs, barely concealed beneath their short skirts. Charlie pictured himself running his hands up those powerful legs, feeling them quiver under his touch.

Higher still his eyes wandered, to the tantalizing mounds of tit-flesh straining against their blouses. The fabric looked ready to burst, barely containing the giant ripe melons underneath. Charlie zeroed in on their fat nipples, clearly hardened peaks poking against the thin material. He imagined capturing one between his lips, suckling and teasing it to stiffness, his face sinking into the meat of her tit while his mom gasped and squirmed.

"Dude, your mom is so fucking hot," his friend Jake murmured, following Charlie's line of sight. "I'd give my left nut for a piece of that ass."

"Her friend too," Mike chimed in, practically drooling. "Those huge titties, man. I just wanna bury my face in them and motorboat till I pass out."

Charlie barely registered his buddies' crude comments, too entranced by the stunning MILFs eye-fucking him from across the room. His mom's plush lips curved into a secretive smile, her tongue darting out to wet them in a move that seemed deliberately provocative. Barb leaned in to whisper something else, her hand resting on his mom's thigh in a way that seemed almost possessive.

Charlie's mind spun with forbidden fantasies - thoughts of the two busty goddesses tangled together in a naked embrace, their hands and mouths exploring each other's most intimate places. He pictured himself joining them, his hard young cock disappearing between their bountiful breasts, into their eager mouths, their slick pussies.

"Charlie? Did you hear me?" Jake's voice cut through the haze of lust, jolting him back to reality.

"Sorry, what?" Charlie mumbled, reluctantly dragging his eyes away from the captivating sight of the MILFs.

"I said, you wanna head out with us and smoke this joint?" Jake held up a expertly rolled doobie, waggling his eyebrows.

Charlie hesitated, torn between the temptation of getting high with his buddies and the magnetic pull he felt towards his mom and Barb. "Nah man, I think I'm gonna stick around here for a bit," he finally said, his eyes drifting back to the curvaceous MILFs. "You guys go ahead though."

Jake and Mike exchanged a knowing look, smirking at their friend's obvious infatuation. "Alright dude, suit yourself," Jake shrugged, pocketing the joint. "Catch you later then."

As his friends said their goodbyes and filtered out with a few of the other guests, Charlie found himself alone in the room with his mom, Barb having slipped away to the restroom. Sherry sauntered over to him, her hips swaying seductively with each step.

"Did you have a good birthday, sweetie?" she purred, opening her arms for a hug.

Charlie stepped into her embrace, inhaling the intoxicating scent of her perfume as she enveloped him against her lush body. He couldn't suppress the shudder that ran through him as he felt himself literally sink into her giant, pillowy tits. The plush mounds enveloped his face and chest, surrounding him in warm, fragrant softness.

Sherry held him tighter, her fingers playing through his hair as she pressed him deeper into her cleavage. Charlie's head spun with the headiness of it, his cock hardening to a painful throb in his jeans. He could feel her nipples, stiff points against his cheek and chin, separated from his skin by only a thin layer of straining fabric.

He had to bite back a groan, his hips twitching involuntarily as he resisted the urge to grind himself against her. Sherry seemed to sense his struggle, a low chuckle vibrating through her chest. Her nails raked lightly against his scalp, sending sparks of pleasure radiating through his body.

"My sweet birthday boy," she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear.

"Thanks for the video game, mom!" Charlie stated, as he was unwrapped from his mom's embrace.

"That gift was actually from your brother and sisters, sweetie. I haven't given you my gift yet," she told him, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Oh…well there's no more presents over there," her son pointed out. "Where's your gift at?"

"My gift isn't wrapped," she said awkwardly. She looked around quickly to make sure her husband and other guests were occupied in the other room. "Can I um…see your phone?"

"My phone?"

"Don't worry…I'm not snooping. I just wanna download an app that's part of your gift from me."

"An app?" Charlie asked, handing his mom his cell phone, curious as hell about what she was downloading. "Is it a game?"

"No, sweetie," his mom giggled, "it's not a game. It's better than a game."

Charlie watched his mom's fat tits jiggle as she busied herself on his phone, wishing he could dive in and get lost between them. After a few minutes, she handed it back to him. "I installed an app on your phone," she told him in a hushed tone, "but PLEASE don't open it until you're alone in your room later, and never EVER show your father."

"Um…ok," her boy muttered, confused by what it could be. After his mom walked away, he took a peek to see what the app was called. The picture was a dark circle, with a shiny gold outline around it. It was entitled "CHARLIE'S HOLE."

After all the guests left, Charlie raced up to his room, his heart pounding with curiosity. As soon as the door clicked shut behind him, he pulled out his phone and tapped on the mysterious app his mother had installed - "CHARLIE'S HOLE".

The screen flickered to life, revealing a sleek, modern interface. A soothing female voice emanated from the speakers:

"Welcome, Charlie. You are about to embark on a journey of unparalleled pleasure and discovery. Your own personal glory hole awaits, ready to fulfill your deepest, darkest desires."

Charlie's eyes widened as the voice continued, guiding him through the features of the app. "Your glory hole is located in the wall between your closet and your mother's. Approach the wall and run your hand along the surface until you feel a slight indentation. That is your gateway to ecstasy."

With trembling fingers, Charlie slid open his closet door and stepped inside. He ran his palm over the smooth expanse of the wall, his breath hitching as he felt the subtle dip of the peephole. It was real. This was actually happening.

"To notify your viewing partner that you're ready, simply tap the 'Request Session' button on the main screen of the app," the voice instructed. "They will receive a discreet notification on their own device. Once they accept, the peephole will activate, and your voyeuristic adventure will begin."

Charlie navigated to the main screen, his thumb hovering over the glowing "Request Session" button. His mind raced with the implications.

Who would be on the other side of that wall? What forbidden sights awaited him?

Steeling himself with a deep breath, he tapped the button. A chime sounded, and a message flashed across the screen: "Session Requested. Awaiting Partner Confirmation."

Charlie's heart raced as he stared at the screen, watching the seconds tick by.

Downstairs, Sherry stood at the kitchen sink, her hands buried in soapy water as she washed the remnants of the birthday cake from the plates. Her husband Dave was beside her, drying and stacking the dishes with practiced efficiency.

Suddenly, Sherry felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. Her heart skipped a beat, knowing what that particular pattern meant. She dried her hands quickly, fumbling for her phone.

"Everything okay, hon?" Dave asked, noticing her sudden stillness.

"Yeah, just a text," Sherry replied, her voice carefully casual. "You know, I think I might go lie down for a bit. That party took a lot out of me. Would you mind finishing up here?"

Dave smiled, his eyes warm with affection. "Of course, babe. You go rest. I got this."

Sherry kissed him on the cheek, a pang of guilt twisting in her gut. If only he knew what she was about to do...

She made her way upstairs, each step feeling heavy with the weight of her decision. As she entered the bedroom, she locked the door behind her with a soft click. Her phone buzzed again, more insistent now.

With trembling fingers, she opened the notification. "Session Requested," it read, the words pulsing on the screen.

Sherry's thumb hovered over the "Accept" button, a final moment of hesitation. Was she really going to do this? Cross this final, irrevocable line?

With a deep breath, Sherry tapped "Accept." The screen flashed a confirmation - "Session Initiated. Peephole Active." There was no turning back now.

She stepped into her spacious walk-in closet, acutely aware of the tiny hole in the wall on the far side. Though she couldn't see it, she could feel the weight of Charlie's gaze, eagerly drinking in her every move.

Sherry stood still for a moment, her heart pounding, before she began her sensual strip tease. Without acknowledging the peephole, she slowly unzipped her skirt, letting it pool around her ankles. She stepped out of it gracefully, revealing her luscious bubble butt, barely contained by her lacy panties. The sheer fabric stretched taut across her round cheeks, the thong disappearing between them.

Sherry knew her ass was one of her best assets, a perfect heart shape crowning her long, toned legs. She turned slightly, giving Charlie a tantalizing side view. Her legs seemed to go on for miles, her sun-kissed skin smooth and flawless. She ran her hands along her thighs, caressing herself, imagining Charlie's quickening breath as he watched.

On the other side of the wall, Charlie stared transfixed through the peephole, hardly believing his eyes. There was his gorgeous mother, her spectacular ass on full display just for him. His cock immediately began to swell, straining against his jeans. He'd fantasized about this moment for so long, and now it was finally a reality.

Charlie zoomed in on the peephole app, focusing on the way his mother's asscheeks jiggled and swayed with her slightest movement. He could see the lacy pattern of her panties, the way they hugged the curves of her lush cheeks. He longed to reach through the hole and grab

two hefty handfuls of that succulent ass flesh, to rip off those panties and plunge his aching cock deep between those perfect globes.

But for now, he was content to watch, to drink in every forbidden inch of his mother's body. His eyes roved hungrily up and down her strong, motherly legs, committing every detail to memory - the supple curves of her calves, the sexy definition of her thighs, the creamy skin that he ached to touch.

Charlie couldn't take his eyes off his mom's spectacular rear end. Each cheek was a work of art, perfectly meaty and rounded and begging to be squeezed and smacked. The way her panties rode up, disappearing between her cheeks, made his mouth water. Her ass-crack peeked above the waistband, a tantalizing hint of the treasures that lay beneath.

Charlie's hand moved of its own accord to palm his rock-hard cock through his jeans. He squeezed the thick shaft, imagining it was his mom's ass he was groping.

Sherry bent at the waist, purposefully giving her son a prolonged view of her heart-shaped ass as she retrieved the skirt from the floor. As she leaned over, the crotch of her panties stretched taut across her plump pussy mound. The fabric molded to her womanly contours, clearly defining the outlines of her puffy lips.

Her pronounced cameltoe was on lewd display, the material wedged deep between her thick labia. The fleshy petals of her outer lips protruded obscenely to either side, begging to be licked and sucked. A damp spot darkened the gossamer fabric at the juncture of her thighs, hinting at the honeyed nectar oozing from her hot cunt.

Charlie zoomed the camera in as far as it would go, focusing on the blatant camel toe mere feet from his face. His cock throbbed almost painfully as he took in every intimate detail of his mother's barely concealed sex. He could practically smell her musky arousal through the

wall. He palmed his bulge harder, rubbing the rigid length trapped in his jeans.

He had to suppress a groan as his mom reached back and adjusted the thong, plucking it from the crevice of her ass. The movement made her cheeks wobble hypnotically. As she straightened up, she turned to face the hidden camera directly for the first time. Charlie's breath caught in his throat.

Sherry locked eyes with the peephole, giving her son a smoldering, knowing look. Without breaking eye contact, she slowly unbuttoned her blouse, letting it fall open. The lacy cups of her bra came into view, overflowing with her massive creamy tits. Her cleavage was a deep, mouthwatering valley, the likes of which Charlie had never seen, even on the internet.

His mother shrugged the blouse off her shoulders with a coy smile, letting it slither down her arms to the floor.

Sherry turned slightly to the side, presenting her bra-clad profile to the peephole. She reached behind her back, fumbling with the clasp in a teasing gesture. The first hook came undone, and her massive tits drooped a fraction of an inch lower. Charlie held his breath, his eyes glued to the mesmerizing spectacle.

Another hook released, and her bra loosened further. The creamy tops of her breasts spilled over the lacy cups, jiggling with each movement. Sherry took her time with the remaining hooks, prolonging the delicious anticipation.

Finally, the last clasp gave way. Sherry held the bra to her chest for a tantalizing moment, then let it fall away. Her enormous, heavy tits tumbled free, wobbling and swaying majestically.

Charlie's eye was glued to the peephole, his heart pounding as he waited for his mom to turn and give him a full frontal view of her newly freed

tits. But she seemed determined to tease him, keeping her chest angled away as she sauntered around the closet.

He could see the sides of her massive breasts sloping outward, the creamy flesh quivering with each step. The curves were so voluptuous, so ripe and mouthwatering. He ached to see her plump nipples, to watch those colossal jugs bounce and sway unencumbered.

But Sherry denied him that satisfaction for the moment. With a coy wink at the peephole, she turned and strutted out of the closet, her barely-clad bubble butt jiggling and undulating hypnotically. The twin globes of her ass bounced and wobbled, the flimsy panties straining to contain their fleshy abundance.

Charlie's hand pumped faster over his bulging crotch as he watched that heart-shaped ass vanish from view. His breath was ragged, his body tight with anticipation.

Just as Charlie was starting to despair that the tantalizing display had ended too soon, a notification popped up on his phone screen. His heart raced as he tapped it open with trembling fingers.

"Happy Birthday, honey! I hope you enjoy your special gift. That's all I can do for now... but there's more to come! Love, Mom"

Charlie stared at the words in disbelief, reading and re-reading them as if to convince himself they were real. His mind reeled as the full implications sank in. His mom had actually bought him a glory hole for his birthday. She had installed a secret peephole between their rooms and put on that incredible striptease, all for his perverted pleasure.

That night, as Charlie lay in bed, his mind kept replaying the incredible sights he had witnessed through the peephole. The image of his mother's spectacular ass, barely contained by her skimpy panties, was seared into his brain. He could still see the way her cheeks jiggled and

bounced, the tantalizing glimpse of her cameltoe, the creamy expanse of her back.

His cock was rock hard and throbbing, begging for attention. Charlie shoved his boxers down, freeing his aching erection.

Charlie's cock sprang free, jutting out long and thick from his groin. At just over eight inches, it was definitely in the top percentile size-wise for teenage boys his age. The meaty shaft was girthy and veiny, pulsing with youthful virility. His swollen cockhead was a fat, purplish mushroom, flaring out obscenely from the throbbing shaft. A pearly bead of pre-cum glistened at the tip, oozing from his excited slit.

He wrapped his fist around the base, groaning at the exquisite sensitivity as he squeezed the steely hardness. Slowly, he began to pump his hand up and down the impressive length, savoring the slick glide of his palm over the smooth skin. His balls were drawn up tight to his body, swollen and heavy with pent-up cum.

As he stroked himself, Charlie's mind conjured up the forbidden images of his mother's body. He pictured her bent over in those scandalous panties, her heart-shaped ass jutting out as if begging to be grabbed and spanked. He imagined ripping off that flimsy thong and burying his face between her soft cheeks, tonguing her musky asshole and drooling pussy.

Charlie's fist flew over his cock, pumping the thick shaft with urgent need. He could almost feel the phantom touch of his mother's plump tits pressed against his chest, her hard nipples drilling into his skin. In his mind's eye, he watched those massive jugs bounce and sway hypnotically as she rode his young cock.

"Fuck, Mom..." he gasped, his voice tight with lust. "Gonna cum all over your huge fucking tits..."

His hips bucked off the bed as he thrust into his stroking fist, fucking his hand with desperate abandon. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room as he chased his taboo climax.

Suddenly, his swollen balls drew up even tighter and his cock jerked in his grip. With a strangled groan, Charlie exploded, his cock erupting like a geyser. Thick ropes of pearly jizz blasted from his slit, splattering his chest and stomach in a lewd display. Spurt after spurt of hot teenage cum painted his torso as he milked his throbbing cock, stroking out every last drop.

Finally spent, Charlie collapsed back onto the bed, his chest heaving. Cooling semen pooled on his skin as his softening cock slipped from his hand.

The reality of what had just happened began to sink in. His own mother had given him a glory hole for his birthday. She had stripped for him, flaunting her incredible body for his lustful gaze. And if her message was any indication, there was much more depravity to come.

The next day, Sherry called Barb over to help with a special project. "I need to install a lock on my closet door," she explained in a hushed voice when her friend arrived. "I don't want Dave walking in on me when I'm... you know..." She trailed off, blushing.

Barb's eyes widened, a sly grin spreading across her face. "When you're putting on a show for Charlie through the glory hole?" she finished, her voice laced with mischievous delight.

Sherry nodded, her cheeks flushing even deeper. "Yes, exactly. I gave Charlie a little preview yesterday for his birthday, but it was so quick. I was paranoid Dave would come upstairs at any moment, so I had to rush through it."

"Ooh, do tell!" Barb urged, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "What did you do? How much did you show him?"

"Well, I started with a little striptease in my closet," Sherry admitted, her voice low and conspiratorial. "I let him get a good long look at my ass in my skimpy panties. I even bent over and showed him my cameltoe."

Barb gasped, fanning herself dramatically. "You naughty minx! I bet Charlie's eyes were bugging out of his head!"

"I'm sure they were," Sherry giggled. "Then I took my top and bra off, but I didn't let him see my tits straight on. I kept teasing him, angling my body away."

"Such a tease!" Barb laughed, swatting Sherry's arm playfully. "Poor Charlie, you probably left him with the worst case of blue balls!"

"I know, I feel a little bad," Sherry sighed. "But like I said, I was so nervous Dave would catch me. I had to cut it short."

Just then, Sherry's phone chimed with a familiar notification sound. Her eyes widened as she fumbled for the device, her heart suddenly racing.

"Oh my God, it's Charlie!" she gasped, staring at the screen. "He's requesting a session through the app right now!"

Barb leaned over her shoulder, peering at the notification. "Well, what are you waiting for? Accept it!"

"But I'm not ready!" Sherry protested, gesturing at her casual outfit - a snug tank top and yoga pants. "I don't have anything sexy on, my hair's a mess, I'm not even wearing makeup..."

Barb rolled her eyes, grabbing Sherry by the shoulders. "Girl, please. You look hot as hell just like this. Charlie's not gonna care if you're all dolled up - he just wants to see the goods!"

Sherry bit her lip, considering. It was true, the tank top did hug her giant tits rather nicely, and the yoga pants made her bubble butt look incredible.

"You really think this is good enough for a show?" she asked uncertainly.

Barb gave Sherry a knowing wink. "Honey, the whole point is to strip out of it! Trust me, once you start peeling off those tight clothes and showing Charlie the goods, he won't care what the fuck you were wearing to begin with."

Meanwhile, in a bathroom stall at school, Charlie had his cock out and was stroking it feverishly. He had ducked in here as soon as he had a free period, too horny to concentrate on anything else. With trembling fingers, he had opened the secret app and requested a session, praying his mom would accept.

When the notification popped up that she had joined, Charlie almost shot his load right then and there.

The video connected, and there was his mom, standing in her closet in a skintight tank top and yoga pants that left little to the imagination. Charlie drank in the sight of her massive tits straining against the flimsy fabric, her hard nipples clearly visible through the thin material. Her yoga pants were like a second skin, molding to every curve of her spectacular ass and cameltoe.

Sherry smiled seductively at the camera, her hips already starting to sway. She reached for her phone and a moment later, a sultry R&B tune filled the air. Charlie watched transfixed as his mother began to dance, her body undulating sensuously to the beat.

She ran her hands along her sides, caressing her curves, as she circled her hips in a slow grind. Then she turned around, bending at the waist and pushing her heart-shaped ass towards the camera. The fabric of her yoga

pants stretched obscenely over the fleshy globes, the outline of her thong clearly visible.

Charlie fisted his throbbing cock harder, his eyes glued to the mesmerizing jiggle of his mother's ass cheeks as she twerked and bounced to the music. He could feel his swollen balls drawing up tight, his impending orgasm building at the base of his shaft.

Sherry crossed her arms in front of her, grabbing the hem of her tank top. She lifted it tantalizingly slowly, inch by inch, revealing her toned midriff. Charlie's eyes were riveted to the screen as more and more of his mother's flesh came into view.

Finally, the tank top cleared her massive tits, and Charlie's jaw dropped. Sherry's bra was at least two sizes too small, her enormous breasts spilling out obscenely from every angle. The flimsy lace struggled to contain her abundant flesh, quivering mounds bulging out the top and sides. Her plump nipples poked against the sheer fabric, clearly visible.

Sherry tossed the tank top aside and began to play with her barely-restrained tits, bouncing them in her palms, jiggling them together. The thin bra straps dug into her shoulders, supporting the immense weight. Charlie couldn't believe how huge and juicy his mom's tits were, almost indecent in that far-too-small bra.

Still swaying her hips to the sensual beat, Sherry hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her yoga pants. She inched them down slowly, taking her time, putting on a show. The pants peeled away from her skin, revealing more and more of her thick, toned thighs. Charlie held his breath as the fabric approached her crotch.

Sherry turned around, bending over as she pushed the pants over the shelf of her spectacular ass. Charlie stroked himself faster as her bubble butt came into view, round fleshy cheeks barely contained by a miniscule lace thong. The tiny triangle of fabric disappeared between her plump

pussy lips, molding to her prominent cameltoe. Sherry reached back and smacked her own ass, making the ripe cheeks jiggle and wobble.

She kicked the yoga pants away and stood there in her mismatched, far-too-small bra and panties, a pornstar body barely contained by scraps of lace. Every movement made her giant tits and ass bounce and quiver, spilling out of the insubstantial lingerie.

Charlie beat his meat furiously, his fist a blur as it flew over his throbbing teenage cock. His eyes were glued to the screen, drinking in every detail as his mother slowly shimmied her tiny panties down her lush hips.

The flimsy lace inched lower, revealing more and more of Sherry's glistening pink slit. Charlie held his breath, his balls drawing up tight as the fabric finally cleared her pubic mound. His mom's bare pussy came into view, plump lips slick with arousal. A small tuft of neatly trimmed blonde hair adorned the top of her mound, pointing like an arrow to her juicy fuck hole.

Charlie zeroed in on his mother's protruding cunt hood, swollen and engorged, peeking out from between her puffy labia. He could see the shiny gloss of her excitement coating her inner lips, practically dripping with need. His cock jerked in his stroking fist, a fat dollop of precum oozing from his slit as he imagined burying his face between those succulent thighs, lapping at her sweet honey pot.

"Fuck, Mom..." Charlie grunted through clenched teeth, his voice echoing off the bathroom stall. "Gonna bust so hard for your hot cunt..."

His hand was a piston, pumping ruthlessly from root to tip, the wet slaps of flesh on flesh obscenely loud in the enclosed space. Sherry's lewd strip tease continued, her body now clad in only her too-small bra. Her colossal jugs strained against the flimsy lace cups, wobbling and jiggling with her every move.

With a saucy wink at the camera, Sherry reached back to unclasp her bra. The overtaxed garment practically burst open, freeing her massive mammaries in a glorious cascade of creamy flesh. Charlie choked back a groan as his mother's tits tumbled out, gigantic pale globes capped with plump, rosy nipples. The rubbery nubs were hugely engorged, jutting out nearly an inch from her wide puckered areolae.

Sherry hefted her enormous jugs, squeezing and kneading the doughy flesh, putting on a show for her horny son. She tweaked her fat nipples, rolling them between her fingers until they stood out even harder, straining towards the camera. Each tit was far more than a handful, overflowing her clutching palms as she groped herself wantonly.

"Holy fuck..." Charlie gasped, his cock throbbing almost painfully as he watched the live porno starring his own busty mother. He pounded his prick harder, his swollen balls slapping against his taint with every furious stroke.

Sherry jiggled and swung her huge melons, clapping them together and shimmying her torso so the massive jugs bounced and wobbled hypnotically, just like she knew her son liked. They were so enormous and heavy like two of the largest watermelons dangling from her chest, quivering with her slightest movement. She bent forward, letting them hang down as she swayed side to side, the immense globes swinging pendulously.

Charlie was mesmerized by the erotic spectacle, his eyes glued to his mom's exposed breasts as she put on a jaw-dropping tit show just for him. His hand was a blur on his cock, pumping the rigid shaft with desperate need. The soft flesh of her huge boobs rippled and undulated as she shook them, the rubbery nipples bouncing and jiggling wildly.

Sherry straightened up, thrusting her bare chest towards the camera. Cupping her giant tits from underneath, she pushed them together, creating an epic line of cleavage. The massive mounds formed a deep,

enticing valley, her plump nipples nearly touching as they strained towards each other.

"Fuck yeah, Mom..." Charlie groaned, his voice tight with lust. "Goddamn, your tits are so fucking huge! Jiggle those big titties for me!"

As if spurred on by her son's dirty talk, Sherry began to bounce and shimmy her upper body more vigorously, sending powerful ripples through the enormous sacks of tit-meat. The fleshy globes clapped together lewdly, making obscene smacking sounds as they collided. Her elongated nipples poked out stiffly, clearly engorged with arousal.

Charlie felt his swollen balls drawing up even tighter, his impending orgasm coiled at the base of his shaft like a snake ready to strike. He was so close, pushed to the brink by the mind-blowing sight of his own mother's gigantic bare tits bouncing and shaking for his pleasure.

"Gonna cum..." he bit out through clenched teeth, his fist pumping ruthlessly. "Fuck, I'm gonna nut so hard, Mom! Gonna explode for those huge fucking titties!"

Sherry looked directly into the camera, her eyes heavy-lidded with lust. Slowly, deliberately, she raised her hands to her enormous jugs and hefted them up. Opening her mouth wide, she stuck out her tongue and began to lick her own nipples, right there on the live feed.

That obscenely erotic visual was the final straw. With a strangled groan, Charlie's orgasm slammed through him like a freight train. His cock jerked and throbbed in his stroking fist as it began to erupt, firing powerful spurts of hot cum straight up. Thick ropes of jizz shot out of his spasming slit, splattering against the stall door in a lewd abstract painting.

"FUCK! Unnngghhh! Mom! MOM! Fuuuuck!" Charlie grunted, his voice echoing off the tiled walls as spurt after spurt of teenage spunk painted

the stall. His eyes rolled back in his head, his body shuddering with the force of his explosive climax.

On the screen, Sherry continued her lewd show, sucking her own fat nipples into her mouth and moaning wantonly around the rubbery nubs. Her huge tits jiggled and swayed as she feasted on them, putting on an obscene display of auto-erotic bliss.

Finally spent, Charlie slumped back against the stall, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. With a shaking hand, he grabbed some toilet paper and hastily cleaned himself up, wiping the rapidly cooling spunk from his softening cock.

He pulled up his pants and flushed the wad of cum-soaked tissue. On the screen, his mother was still going strong, her huge tits bouncing and jiggling as she writhed sensuously for the camera.

Charlie grabbed his phone and opened the messaging feature on the secret app. His fingers flew over the screen as he typed out a message:

"Wish I could stay and watch more but I gotta get back to class. Thanks mom! "

He hit send and watched as the message popped up on his mom's screen. Sherry paused her erotic dance, a satisfied grin spreading across her face as she read her son's enthusiastic praise. She blew a kiss at the camera before reaching over to end the session.

The video winked out, leaving Charlie staring at a blank screen. He shook his head in disbelief, still reeling from the mind-blowing experience. His own mother had just stripped naked and put on the most incredible live sex show, all for his perverted pleasure. It was like something out of his wildest wet dreams.

Charlie pocketed his phone and exited the stall, checking his reflection in the mirror. His cheeks were flushed and his hair was a mess, but

otherwise he looked normal enough. No one would guess he had just blown the biggest load of his life jerking off to his mom's huge naked tits.

He splashed some cold water on his face and tried to compose himself before heading back out into the hallway. As he walked to his next class, a dopey grin spread across his face. He couldn't wait to get home and see what other naughty surprises his mom had in store.

Sherry emerged from the closet, her voluptuous naked body glistening with a sheen of sweat from her erotic exertions. Her massive tits swayed heavily with each step, the plump nipples still engorged and jutting out. As she stepped into the bedroom, she stopped short at the sight that greeted her.

Barb was sprawled out on the bed, her own curvy body completely bare. She had one hand between her splayed thighs, Sherry's pink vibrator buzzing away against her swollen clit. Her huge tits wobbled on her chest as she writhed in pleasure, shameless moans spilling from her lips.

"Couldn't help myself, sorry," Barb panted, grinning up at Sherry with lust-glazed eyes. "Listening to you put on that sexy show for Charlie got me so fucking horny. Hope you don't mind me borrowing your toy."

Sherry laughed, shaking her head in amused disbelief. "You're insatiable," she teased, sauntering over to the bed. Her wide hips swayed hypnotically, the thick globes of her ass jiggling. "But I can hardly blame you. Stripping for my son like a cheap whore has me pretty worked up too."

Barb's grin widened as she drank in the mouthwatering sight of Sherry's naked curves. Her eyes zeroed in on her friend's slick, puffy pussy, glistening with arousal. "Mmm, I can see that," she purred. "Your cunt is dripping, you naughty slut. Putting on that peep show for your own son has your kitty creaming so hard."

Sherry blushed as her eyes roamed over Barb's voluptuous naked body spread out wantonly on the bed. Her best friend was an absolute knockout, with a figure that rivaled her own. Barb's enormous breasts were capped with large rosy areolae, the rubbery nipples jutting out obscenely. They wobbled and jiggled with her every movement, two massive globes of doughy flesh just begging to be squeezed and sucked.

Between Barb's splayed thighs, her bare pussy glistened with arousal. She had a neatly trimmed landing strip of dark pubic hair pointing like an arrow to her swollen sex. Her plump outer lips were puffy and engorged, slick with her desire. The vibrator buzzed away against her protruding clit, the sensitive bud peeking out from beneath its fleshy hood.

Sherry's eyes widened as realization dawned. "Oh my God, Barb..." Sherry breathed, her voice thick with excitement. "I just realized - from this angle, Charlie can see everything. He has a direct line of sight to the bed through the peephole."

Barb's eyes sparkled with mischief as she caught on. "Holy shit, you're right! He could totally watch you getting freaky, either solo or with Dave." She grinned wickedly, still pumping the vibrator against her swollen clit. "Fuck, that's so hot. You could put on a show for him without Dave ever knowing."

Sherry felt lightheaded at the naughty possibilities. Her pussy clenched and fluttered as she imagined Charlie's hungry eyes drinking in her every move, watching her pleasure herself or ride his father's cock. It was so wrong, so taboo, but that only made it more thrilling.

When Charlie arrived home from school that afternoon, he could hardly look his mother in the eye. Every time he glanced her way, vivid flashbacks of her live striptease flooded his mind - the exquisite jiggle of her huge tits, the lewd swell of her cameltoe in those tiny panties, the

delectable bounce of her bare ass. His teenage cock stirred in his jeans at the mere memory.

Sherry, for her part, was the picture of maternal normalcy as she puttered around the kitchen, fixing snacks for Charlie's younger siblings. But when her eyes met her son's over the kitchen island, a secret smile played at the corners of her lips, a knowing gleam in her eye.

In that loaded gaze was an unspoken acknowledgment of the taboo line they had crossed, the forbidden pleasures they had shared through the glory hole. Words weren't necessary - the heat smoldering between them said it all.

As Charlie gathered his books from the kitchen table, he caught his mother's eye with a meaningful look. "I'm gonna head up and get started on my homework," he announced, his voice carefully casual. But the heated glance he shot Sherry spoke volumes - homework was the last thing on his mind.

Sherry's heart skipped a beat at the unspoken message in her son's gaze. She knew exactly what he was really hoping for - another naughty show through the glory hole peephole. The very thought made her pussy clench with anticipation.

Clearing her throat, Sherry turned to her younger kids with a bright smile. "That's a great idea, Charlie. In fact, why don't you two head up and get started on your assignments as well?" She ruffled her daughter's hair affectionately. "The sooner you finish your homework, the more time you'll have to play before dinner."

The children grumbled a bit but dutifully gathered their things and trooped upstairs to their rooms. Sherry watched them go, her pulse quickening with the knowledge that she and Charlie would soon be alone on the second floor, separated only by the thin wall between their rooms.

As soon as the coast was clear, Sherry hurried to the master bedroom and slipped inside, locking the door behind her. With trembling hands, she opened the secret app on her phone and saw that Charlie had already sent a session request, the notification blinking impatiently.

Sherry's fingers hovered over the "Accept" button as she warred with herself. She knew it was wrong, so utterly depraved, to indulge her son's incestuous voyeurism like this. What kind of mother stripped naked for her own child's viewing pleasure?

But even as her mind grappled with the moral implications, Sherry's body was already responding to the taboo thrill. Her nipples tightened into stiff peaks, straining against the confines of her bra. Her pussy grew wet and swollen, dampening the crotch of her panties.

Bolstered by her body's wanton reaction, Sherry silenced the nagging voice of propriety in her head. Charlie wanted a show, and she hadn't spent all that money on his birthday gift for nothing.

With a deep breath, Sherry tapped "Accept" and watched the video feed blink to life. She stepped into her walk-in closet, knowing Charlie's eager eyes were already glued to the peephole.

Charlie peered through the small opening with bated breath, his cock already tenting his shorts in anticipation. His heart raced as his gorgeous mother came into view, her voluptuous body barely concealed by a clingy sundress. The thin fabric molded to her every curve, hinting at the succulent treasures beneath.

Sherry wasted no time, her hands going to the hem of her dress. In one swift motion, she pulled it up and off, letting it flutter to the floor. Charlie's breath caught as his mom's spectacular figure was revealed, clad only in a skimpy bra and panty set.

The lacy scraps of fabric struggled to contain Sherry's abundant curves. Her massive tits spilled over the cups of her bra, the creamy swells

quivering with her every movement. The matching panties were little more than a tiny triangle of lace straining to cover her plump mound. Charlie zeroed in on the visible outline of her puffy pussy lips, his cock throbbing urgently.

Sherry reached behind her back, deftly unclasping her bra. The flimsy garment fell away, freeing her gigantic jugs in a mouthwatering display. Charlie goggled at the sheer size of his mother's rack, watching in awe as the huge globes jiggled and swayed. Her nipples were fat and pink, jutting out from her puckered areolae.

Hooking her thumbs in her panties, Sherry slowly shimmied out of the skimpy underwear. The lace inched down, gradually revealing the smooth, bare mound of her sex. Charlie held his breath as his mom's glistening pink slit came into view, framed by the plump lips of her labia. The delicate folds were slick with arousal, making his mouth water.

Now fully nude, Sherry turned and sauntered out of the closet, her body a symphony of jiggling curves. Charlie feasted his eyes on her heart-shaped ass, the ripe cheeks dimpling and undulating hypnotically as she walked. He longed to bury his face between those perfect globes and worship her forbidden holes.

Sherry crossed to the bed and reached into the nightstand, retrieving a large pink vibrator. Charlie's eyes widened as his mom sprawled out on top of the comforter, her body angled to give him the perfect view through the closet door. She spread her thick thighs, completely exposing her dripping cunt to his hungry gaze.

Charlie hastily unzipped his jeans, shoving them down his hips along with his boxers. His thick teenage cock sprang free, slapping against his stomach before jutting out proudly. The meaty shaft was engorged and throbbing, pulsing with his arousal. Pearly pre-cum oozed from the ruddy tip, glistening in the light.

Wrapping his fist around the base, Charlie began to stroke himself as he watched the live porno starring his mom. His eyes were riveted to the incredible display on the bed, drinking in every lewd detail.

Sherry had her legs splayed impossibly wide, her ankles practically touching her ears in a jaw-dropping display of flexibility. The position left her drooling pink slit totally exposed and vulnerable. Her puffy cunt lips were splayed open, revealing the glistening folds of her inner flesh.

With her legs butterflied, Sherry's puckered asshole was also on obscene display, the dusky pink rosebud winking from between her lush ass cheeks. Charlie zeroed in on the forbidden orifice, his cock jumping in his pumping fist at the taboo sight.

Sherry's dainty feet hovered in the air, her cute painted toes pointed at the ceiling as she held the limber pose. The soles of her feet faced the camera, giving Charlie an intimate view. He could see the sheen of lotion on her smooth soles, the delicate lines of her high arches. His mouth watered as he imagined worshipping those perfect feet, sucking her toes as he fucked her.

With her body folded nearly in half, Sherry's huge tits rested heavily on her upper chest. The massive globes flattened against her torso, flowing out to the sides. Her fat nipples pointed straight up, flushed a deep pink and straining towards the ceiling.

One hand cupped and kneaded a giant breast while the other moved the buzzing vibrator down to her splayed slit. Sherry rubbed the tip of the toy through her juicy folds, gasping as it bumped against her swollen clit. Her hips jerked involuntarily, a fresh gush of arousal leaking from her hungry hole.

Charlie groaned as he watched his mom tease her own pussy, wishing it was his cock sliding through those slippery pink petals. He pumped his shaft faster, smearing the copious pre-cum down his length. His swollen

balls drew up tight, aching for release as they slapped against his stroking fist.

Sherry notched the vibrator at her soaked entrance, the buzzing tip just barely penetrating her. With a wanton moan, she began to work the toy inside, pushing it deeper into her molten heat. Her puffy lips stretched obscenely around the thick shaft as she stuffed it into her greedy cunt.

Charlie's eyes were glued to the screen of his phone as he took full advantage of the peephole app's incredible zoom feature. With a tap of his finger, he zoomed in on his mother's slick, toy-stuffed pussy, marveling at the way her plump lips stretched lewdly around the vibrator's girth. He could see every glistening detail of her sodden folds as the buzzing shaft plunged in and out, frothy cream oozing out around it.

Another tap and the view shifted to Sherry's puckered asshole, the camera so close Charlie could make out the delicate wrinkles surrounding the dusky pink rosebud. He watched in awe as the forbidden orifice clenched and winked, flexing in time with the toy sawing in and out of her cunt. Arousal trickled down from her stuffed slit, glazing the valley of her ass and pooling at the entrance to her back door.

Charlie groaned, imagining sinking his aching cock into that tight hole, claiming his mother's ass. His fist flew over his pulsing shaft as he fixated on her twitching anus, picturing himself prying it open with his swollen cockhead, stuffing her full of his throbbing teen meat.

With trembling fingers, Charlie zoomed out and panned up his mom's writhing body, following the quivering plane of her belly to her heaving chest. He honed in on Sherry's gasping mouth, her plump lips parted in ecstasy as she fucked herself with the vibrator. Her pink tongue flicked out to wet her lips, her breath coming in shallow pants. Charlie could almost feel that hot mouth wrapped around his cock, his mother moaning as she slurped lewdly on his teenage dick.

Sherry's huge tits wobbled and bounced with her increasingly frantic movements, the giant globes rippling like fleshy earthquakes. Charlie zoomed in even closer, filling the screen with his mom's massive mammaries. He watched in rapt fascination as her engorged nipples puckered and throbbed, jutting out stiffly from her jiggling jugs. Sherry tweaked and tugged on the rubbery nubs, gasping as she sent jolts of pleasure straight to her stuffed pussy.

Charlie's balls ached as he imagined sinking his cock into the pillowy valley of his mother's cleavage, fucking her big soft udders until he exploded, painting her face and chest with his hot seed. He pounded his prick harder, reveling in the slick squelch of his stroking fist as he edged himself closer and closer to climax.

On the screen, Sherry was losing herself to her own pleasure, the vibrator plunging in and out of her slit at a frenzied pace. Her ass lifted off the bed as she fucked herself, body undulating, curves rippling. Broken moans and whimpers spilled from her lips as she chased her rapidly approaching orgasm.

"Fuck! Oh fuuuck yes!" Sherry keened, her cries growing louder as she teetered on the brink. "Mmmm so close... gonna cum so hard!"

Knowing his mother could hear him through the mic feature, but too far gone to care, Charlie grunted his encouragement, his voice rough with lust. "That's it, Mom. Fuck that slick cunt. Cum all over that fat toy. Wish it was my big fucking cock stuffing your sloppy pussy..."

As if spurred on by her son's filthy exhortations, Sherry stiffened and then convulsed, succumbing to a massive climax. Her cunt clamped down on the vibrator, cream gushing out around the shaft as a scream of ecstasy tore from her throat.

The sight and sound of his gorgeous mother coming undone was too much for Charlie. With a hoarse shout, he exploded, his cock erupting like a geyser. Thick ropes of pearly jizz rocketed from his slit, splattering

his closet wall in an abstract painting. He milked his pulsing shaft from root to tip, groaning as each stroke wrung another spurt of cum from his balls.

Through the screen, he watched his mom writhe and moan through the aftermath of her own incredible orgasm. Her body gleamed with sweat, her massive tits heaving as she gulped for air. The vibrator slipped from her twitching hole, strings of cream connecting it lewdly to her puffy, well-fucked lips.

Finally spent, Charlie collapsed back against the wall, his softening cock slipping from his grasp. He felt dizzy and elated, his head spinning with the depravity of what he'd just witnessed - and participated in. He had just watched his own mother fuck herself to a screaming orgasm, the ultimate voyeuristic thrill.

Chest still heaving, Sherry slowly lowered her legs, letting them flop bonelessly to the bed. She looked thoroughly used, her hair a wild tangle, her skin flushed and shining with exertion. Charlie thought she had never looked sexier, sprawled out naked and wanton, pussy still oozing the evidence of her pleasure.

With a satisfied sigh, the mother turned her head and looked directly at the camera - at Charlie. Her eyes were heavy-lidded, her expression one of sated bliss. But there was an unmistakable heat in her gaze, a smoldering promise of even filthier things to come.

Slowly, deliberately, Sherry raised one hand and blew a kiss at the peephole. Then with a saucy wink, she rolled off the bed and sauntered out of view, her lush ass swaying hypnotically.

Charlie stared at the screen in awe, his mind reeling. His cock gave a valiant twitch, already stirring back to life at the implication in his mother's parting look. This was just the beginning, it said. His gorgeous, voluptuous mom was going to push their taboo game to unimaginable heights.

And goddamn, he couldn't wait to see how far she would go. To find out just how depraved his own mother was willing to get for his pleasure.