Stop... Ah... Ahh... Harder..."I then noticed something different. My mothers hips were moving to meet my thrusts. It couldn't be. She was enjoying it... This exceeded anything beyond my wildest fantasies. I was Fucking my mother. Raping my mother. And she was enjoying it."Ah... Ah... Harder... Faster... Ah... Ah... Ah... Ah... Please..."I began to fuck my mother with reckless abandon. Each thrust going faster, harder, and deeper. At the height of my excitement I leaned down and began licking the. “And some sort of scone, if they have any. Or a muffin.” She closed her office door behind her.Patricia took off her jacket, sat at her desk, and slipped off her shoes. Even though she planned a work day, she had worn Bill's favorite dress, stockings and heels. They were planning to go out after work tonight, and she felt like she deserved to treat him and herself. “Yes, Ms. Winegarden. But Mr. Johnson called and wants to see you right away. Do you want me to bring the coffee and scone. My husband controls where I go, when I go and what I do. When I first met you at the community college where I was pursuing my business diploma something just clicked between us. Just talking to you and interacting with you made me feel so alive and just overwhelmed me. You never hit on me initially but after I started flirting outrageously with you I could tell straight away that you were interested.We could talk about any and everything for hours and it was so wonderful. I don't know what I. When they turned to face her, they found that Stephanie had removed her panty hose and panties, and pulled her skirt up to waist, revealing an invitingly plump pink pussy.Carol smiled at her co-worker. "Ya'll have fun now," she said with a chuckle, as she turned her back to them and looked out at the passenger cabin through a crack in the curtain."Barbara," said Stephanie softly, "come here."Stephanie maneuvered her so her back was to a counter in the plane's galley, and then she and Barbara.