Chapter 6 – The Tunnel –
After a couple of minutes, the staff motioned for us – people waiting in line – to go into the tunnel. It was a dark, white spotted tunnel that had mini smoke machines running, contributing to the ambience of the erotic environment. There was various erotic images and sculptures on the walls of the tunnel. When the tunnel came to an end, there was a open area with large box shaped booths where people would go to get glory hole sex. Each booth had a black curtain for customer privacy and a group of pictures lined up against the wall to show who the women were inside of it. Towards the front were hand job booths, where girls would only perform hand jobs on customers. In the middle was blowjob and hand job booths where women would do either of the two. And towards the very back was the sex wall, where medium sized holes made out of leather were made so sex workers could stick their legs out to be fucked. The walls had straps by the “fucking holes” for the ankles of sex workers to be put in so they could spread open their legs wide, there by exposing their cunt to be fucked. While their upper body would be on the other side of the wall hidden, their lower body would be on the outside, being fucked by various customers. It was surprisingly very professionally conducted, and the atmosphere was very comfortable.
When I got towards this area, I showed my ticket – I got from the ballot – to one of the other staff members and they pointed me towards one of the middle booths. Here I saw a bunch of my mother’s pictures, some nude, some barley, next to a name tag listed, “Amala” (my mother’s name). There was a long line of 10 to 15 people behind me, presuming other horny guys wanting the stripper they just saw to give them head. After a couple of seconds, I heard movement inside the booth and a voice similar to my mother’s saying, “I am ready to take the first person in line”. A wave of nerves rushed towards me. It was said that these glory holes were anonymous to the women, but what if my mother still found out? Would she be able to tell who I am based on my dick? Would someone else tell her? Even though I had these doubts I still pushed myself to go along with it.
I pushed the black curtain out of the way and went inside the small booth. The booth was composed of the customer side and the woman’s side, where they were separated by a black wall. Behind me was the closed curtain proposed for privacy. On the wall in front of me – the wall separating me from my mother, was a medium sized, vertical, rectangular hole. It was big enough to fit your cock and balls through, but not big enough for anything else really. All of a sudden, I heard a loud knock along with a voice. “Heya, my name is Amala, and I’ll be sucking your cock this session.” I hesitated to reply. I didn’t want her to hear my voice and tell it was her son she was about to suck off. “Hey, are you ready, I would love to satisfy you, if you’re… up to it…”. I replied in the softest whispers possible as to not give away my identity. “Sorry I’m a little shy, it’s my first time doing this.” “That’s ok, I don’t bite Haha, take your pants off and when you’re ready I’ll give you a good time”.
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