I fainted, folding with a moan into the puddle on the floor."Smoove white skin ... oh my, yew are a pretty one ... Yer goin' to be my cunt now, and I'... goin' to fuck yew up until yew forget yore 'yuman!" Were the awful words to which I awoke.Powerful hands were stripping me, efficiently removing my rough prison dress, my bra, my wee-sodden knickers. It was midsummer; it always seemed to be summer when my life went crazy. The cell was like an oven, and I dumbly, dazedly thought for a second that. I remove it for you as I don't want to waste any more time. I slide it off and unbutton your trousers as I do. You tug desperately at the hem and push them to your feet. Now it's only your boxers to go. I pull on your boxers, hooking my fingers in each side and slowly lowering them. You always wear your Armani briefs. I kiss along the V of your hips and begin to lower my mouth as I push your boxers to the floor. You kick them off quickly. We won't need those for a while. Your dick is rock hard. As she kissed and licked my breasts her soft, smooth thigh was between mine, pressed up against my slit. For several long moments I was totally unaware that I was sliding up and down her thigh leaving a trail of moisture as my hips responded automatically to the lust building up in my brain.She slowly moved down and soon she was nestled between my legs. Her tongue began scooping up the moisture that’s seeping out of me. I can feel her long red hair on my stomach and my thighs and I started. Exciting me this time. The thought of my mother on the bowl, with a strong stream of warm piss shooting from her cunt, the smell, and not least the fact that it was my own mother... made that itching, warm feeling return to my pussy, even though I had been frigging it for over 30 minutes just a few minutes ago.As I washed my hands I concentrated on the sounds and smells of my mother, and when I suddenly heard her let go of an incredibly loud fart, I barely managed to suppress a shiver. The odor.