As I sat on the bus on my way to the state prison I thought back on how I ended up here. I'm not a career criminal. In fact, I've only had 2 tickets in my entire life. But now I was headed to prison for 10 years because I made the choice to transport drugs. I knew it was wrong, and I don't use, but I was bored and wanted some excitement. I honestly didn't even need the money.
My name is Paula Bridwell and I'm 50 years old. I have shoulder length brown hair and brown eyes. I'm on the chubby side at 5'6, 200lbs. I have large 44D tits and a big round ass. I do, however, keep my pussy bald.
The only good thing to come out of this is that I've been assigned to the prison where my son works. I only hope he works my area so at least I get to see him.
After what seemed like an eternity the bus pulled into the facility. We were met by a stern looking female guard who looked us over. Even though I was sitting in the back I hadn't noticed that some of the women were wearing white uniforms. Most, like me, were wearing street clothes.
"Okay bitches listen up." she said. "I'm Officer Chance. You will exit the bus and stand on the yellow line. You keep your fucking mouths shut and follow all instructions. Now get off my fucking bus you sluts."
I was close to tears. No one had ever spoken to me that way. Officer Chance, on the other hand, was beautiful. She looked to be about 30 with blonde hair, perky C cup tits, and a tight ass. Even in uniform she still looked good.
As I silently exited the bus I looked around with my eyes only. I saw my son off to the side. At least he was here. Hopefully he could protect me.
We were moved into the main lobby. The ones who were already in uniform were called first. About 30 minutes later they began calling the rest of us. I was in the first group.
I walked to the window and was handed a mesh bag. I was told to wait for an officer. I saw my son walk towards me. I began to get excited. I knew what was coming but I hoped that he could somehow keep me from suffering the indignity that was forced upon the rest.
He led me through the hallway to a solid windowless door. He opened the door and led me inside. He then locked the door. As he was doing that I saw that the room was bare except for a metal table, a box of latex gloves, and a bottle of KY Jelly.
"Okay mom. I locked the door to show that the strip search is currently being performed. So go ahead and take off your clothes and place them into the bag."
I was shocked. He couldn't expect me to get naked in front of him. Or maybe it's because he won't violate me the way other guards would.
I grabbed my shirt by the hem and lifted it up and over my head and placed it in the bag. I glanced at my son who stood there expressionless. I wonder how many times he's done this. I kicked my sandals off and put them into the bag as well. I then unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. As I slid them down I realized that I was taking my panties with them. I bent over to get my jeans from around my ankles. When I stood back up i fixed my green, bikini cut panties and put my jeans in the bag. I then tugged at my panties again, becoming aware that they were soaked.