Her skin was pale, with a flash of pink, and her crimson lips were accentuated as they slowly parted. Her eyes were blue and piercing, and I felt myse...f trembling as mine fell upon them. Her features were very finely chiseled, and a few loose locks of the most golden hair I had ever beheld seemed to fade into and out of view from behind her hood. She was both beautiful and terrifying at the same time. My heart began to race as she stood several feet away, staring at me intently. Her gaze was. A classy, well proportioned brunette. The appeal was downplayed by the hair tied back and the absence of makeup, by the baggy slacks and even baggier top she was wearing, but it was undeniably there.Marcia by contrast wasn't at all surprised. Vickers was just like his photo. No Brad Pitt or anything, but definitely more than ok, and despite the standard prison issue garb she could tell that he had an excellent physique.Not bad at all, thought Marcia. She congratulated herself on her. Mom's pussy looked very smooth and wet. She later told me she had gotten herself a Brazilian. I could see that as her juices had covered her bald pussy lips. I think I must have stared at my mom's bare cunt for what seemed like hours but was actually only mere minutes. When mom spoke she brought my out of my trance. She patted the bed then reaching up taking my now dripping dick in hand once more."Come on baby boy lets have some fun." Mom said as she began to not only jerk me off but also lick. “uhh doing what?“You keep adjusting your shorts.”“ohh that. It’s a guy thing, girls just don’t understand.” I replied vaguely.“Well explain it to me then.”One thing Dawn had taught Hannah was to always ask questions. Sometimes it was really annoying. Like ‘where are you guys now’, or ‘what’s in that box’ ... basically things that had nothing to do with her, or no real value. At least in my opinion. But hey, she did ask so... “OK you asked.” I said, I figured if I made her uncomfortable that she.