She lay on her back and decided that what she had felt was simply because she was very horny. She hadn’t had sex since Christmas and it was time she...tried to find someone to fill that void. Until then she would take care of herself!She closed her eyes and reached inside her robe. Her nipples were puckered and hard from the bath and she squeezed one of them softly. With her other hand she tickled her opening and slipped a finger inside.She pushed her house coat open and spread her legs eagerly.. ‘Now don’t move,’ ordered the other prison guard. ‘If you break position, I’ve got a punishment in mind that’s much worse than pinching your nipples.’ The words ‘cruel and unusual punishment’ drifted into the forefront of my brain and I wondered just who I could complain to the protest the violation of my eighth amendment rights. Probably I’d have to wait for my lawyer to come and visit me in prison, but for some reason I couldn’t remember who my lawyer was or how often it was that he (or she). I drank her cum, my second treat of the day as mom shivered in pleasure.I lay down next to her and hugged her tight. She smiled at me and started shagging my dick. I pressed her breasts and kissed her lips. Very soon I was hard as a rock again. I got up from the bed. Mom spread her legs wide. I placed her legs over my shoulder. My dick was now about to enter my birth-hole. Mother stared deep into my eyes giving me consent to enter inside the otherwise forbidden love-hole.I held my mother’s hips. I just couldn't help reminiscing. My wife and I used to sit in exactly the spots you and I occupy now." Oh," she said, softening a little. "So, where is she now?"I looked at her for a moment, considering. "She died," I finally answered. "Three years ago. She was diagnosed with advanced ovarian cancer one day, and within a month she was dead."Sara rested her face in her right hand. "I feel like such a bitch," she mumbled."Don't," I said. "It was just a pleasant ... oh, I don't know. A little.