The big TV screen in front of me was blinking "Insert Token" over and over. I could see from the little light in the tiny booth a ledge in front of th... screen. I placed my bag on it, when I did I saw a small bowel that was full of condoms sitting on the ledge against the right corner. I held the eight tokens in my hand.With my shaking fingers I began inserting the tokens into the slot, I saw a folding chair standing to my right side. I took it and with the room being so tiny I had to get. That could just be a one-time thing, so if I did make a move, it wouldn't go so well this time. I have no clue what to do, I'm single, and so is Stan, but my son is his best friend. I'm horny and need a dick in my pussy that isn't made of rubber," I moaned, prior to peeking at my bag. "His schlong is real and would fill up my twat perfectly."Regardless of what my head thought, my snatch still loved the feeling of my hand on my pussy, and it all came back to me wanting to fuck him. After a few. " You want to go back and check it out?" No. If it's hostile, I won't be able to do much in these tight quarters. Let's just get out of this thing first. It's giving me the creeps." If I really had seen something, it didn't follow us. We found an exit to the shaft not too far from where the stairs were. There, a rather unsettling sight awaited us. Bodies, presumably of the station's residents. Three in total. Two were sprawled on the floor face-down; a man and a woman. Another was leaning. Ever since I can remember, I've had lustful feelings for my mother.I looked forward to the weekends when she would carelessly walk around the house in just her shirt and panties, displaying her awesome 36D tits and her large round ass. My mother, Sheila Graham, is what you would call an average looking woman. A regular plain Jane if you will. I know she was never going to win a beauty contest, but with her voluptuous body constantly making my dick hard, she was, to me, my personal beauty queen..