"Oh...Oh, yes!" she breathed again. I started to slide my stiff length in and out, aware of just how unbelievably hard I was. It felt so good to be do...ng this. To be fucking my mother. I loved it, and apparently she loved the thought that she was being fucked by her son. We kept going. My hips moving steadily up and down, her hips moving with mine. I could hear her breathing and realizing that I was breathing hard, too. Again and again my boner moved purposefully in and out of her warm, wet. A spark ignited in her warm pussy as she felt fingers move over up the folds of her pussy. Finishing his drink Mike asked my place. Smiling Candy nodded her head. Placing her hand on Scott's, she pushed his fingers deep in her. Moving her hand up from Mike's crotch, she took hold of his zipper. Pulling it down, candy reached inside his pants. Her heart beat faster feeling his thick cock. Moving her hand up, she slid her thumb over the head of his cock. Pulling her hand out, she placed her wet. It had always been a dream of Leslie and her husband, Charles, to own their own business and Leslie wanted to keep his memory alive with that dream. She and Jason had been good friends in high school and continued to be friends thereafter. He was a natural choice to help her since he needed a job and she needed someone she could count on. After five years of working closely together, they could honestly say they loved each other as best friends, but that was as far as it ever went. It seemed. The worst appeared to be over now, all that was left to do was sit and wait. She heard the sound of feet as they walked down the corridor and then a door creak as someone entered the cell. Judging from the size of the silhouette towering above her, she could tell this must be a man. Could it be the one she was supposed to be waiting for?"You there, stand up female and come over here," His voice had a gentle, but commanding tone. She stood up and cautiously with eyes dropped to the floor walked.