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Mom Gets Strip Searched

By: George VI



WARNING: This story contains graphic depictions of sexual assaults, as well as incest. If you are offended by either of these topics, then do not read any further. In real life, non-consensual sex of any kind is illegal and immoral, and not condoned by the author. All characters are over 18. This story and all characters are fiction. However, many of the events depicted are fictionalized accounts inspired by real-life incidents. 

PART 01

CHAPTER 1 - INTRO: BAD COPS

Patrolmen Coleman and Sikowski sat in their squad car in the parking lot across the street from the bar. They watched the young wife exiting the bar alone after sharing a few happy hour drinks with her co-workers. The brunette woman was wearing a blue long-sleeve blouse with buttons up the front, and a navy skirt hemmed above her knees. 

"Nice rack." Sikowski stated matter-of-factly. 

"I think I'll give her a try," said Coleman, the man behind the wheel. When the woman drove out of the bar parking lot, Coleman followed her. Within two blocks, he turned on his lights. The woman pulled into an empty parking lot of a closed store, just off the road. Coleman exited the squad and approached the woman's driver-side door. The woman rolled down her window. 

"Can I see your license, please?" Coleman asked. She was already looking scared. "How much you have to drink today?" 

"Just two," answered the woman in a wavering voice. 

"I think you had more than two. You were weaving quite a bit," Coleman lied. "Should I give you a sobriety test?" 

The woman didn't answer. Coleman could see her fear growing. "You don't want me to, do you? Maybe I should just take you to jail and book you." 

"Please, I don't have far to go. I'm alright, really."

Coleman decided not to waste time, to go for it. "Want to make a trade? I let you go, if you'll be nice to me?"

"Uh, how much do you want?" The scared woman asked.

Coleman gave her back her license. He grabbed the shoulder harness just above her shoulders, and pulled it away from her chest. The woman saw his eyes admiring her breasts. Coleman used the back of his hand to open her blouse a little. Sunlight illuminated her lacy white bra. "I don't want no money. Just a few minutes with these."

"Oh, please, no," the woman begged. 

Coleman watched her heaving chest. "A few minutes with them, and I let you go, ok?" 

The trembling woman said and did nothing. Coleman unbuttoned the top buttons of her blouse. He put his hand into the blouse, and gave her left breast a squeeze over her bra. Then he slid it into her right bra cup and felt her breast. "These are real nice. C cup? Huh?"

"Uh, huh," mumbled the teary woman. 

While traffic whizzed by just a few feet away, Coleman pulled her tits out of their cups, and played with both of the firm beauties. The young wife sat in silence except for a few sniffles, and let the policeman feel her up, kneading and squeezing her breasts, playing with her hard nipples. Coleman reached down and put his hand on her thigh over her pantyhose. He pushed back her skirt, revealing white panties under her sheer hose. He reached between her legs and rubbed her crotch. 

"Coleman! We got a call. Let's go!" called Sikowski from the squad car. Coleman let go of the teary woman, and said, "Use a designated driver next time." He returned to his squad car, climbed in, and drove away. 

"How were her tits?" asked Sikowski. 

"Great. White, firm, pink areolas, eraser-sized nipples. She let me rub her pussy over her pantyhose. I don't know what else she would have let me do. She was a little reluctant." 

"Did she look scared?"

"Trembling like a puppy," Coleman said with glee.

"Miller might've tried for more," said Sikowski 

"Yeah," said Coleman. "Miller always knows what he can get away with."

******

On the other side of town, Patrolmen Rapp and Crabbe were following a car that really was weaving. They followed the car until it turned onto a quiet street in a sparsely populated, wooded, residential neighborhood. Crabbe and Rapp both got out of the car and gave the woman a sobriety test; walking a straight line, touching her nose, and touching her toes. She didn't do too bad, but didn't do really well, either. Mostly the two cops enjoyed making the young Hispanic woman bend over in her short halter dress, revealing her red panties. Overall, she wasn't bad looking. 

After threatening the woman with jail, Crabbe gave her an ultimatum similar to Coleman's. He told her he didn't want to send her to jail, but "You should be punished. Take off your dress."

"Why?" the woman asked. 

"Don't ask questions, that's your punishment. Take off your dress." 

"But I'm not wearing a bra," she protested. 

"Just take the dress off!" Repeated Crabbe. 

The woman slowly grabbed her dress by the hem, and lifted it up. Her red panties came into view. She crossed her arms and lifted up further, pulling the dress over her head and through her long black hair. She was now wearing only her shoes and her red panties. Crabbe and Rapp stared at the woman's cone-shaped, naked breasts, capped with dark areolas and hard nipples. 

"You say you only live three blocks from here?" Crabbe asked.

"Yes," said the topless woman with her head down.

"Then start walking home. We'll follow you." 

The woman gave the officers a confused look, but then they got in their car, she began walking down the street toward her home, holding her dress in her hand. The cops followed her as she walked. They stared at her ass cheeks as they alternately jiggled up and down in her red panties. 

"Not a bad ass," commented Rapp. "Not great, but not bad." 

"How did I do?" asked Crabbe. 

"Good," answered Rapp. 

"I was with Miller when he did that on this street. Not too many roads I'd do that on in daylight. Shit, I'd really like to feel up a woman tonight. Do ya think Miller would've made her take her panties off, or felt her tits?" 

"Hard to say. Miller always knows what he can get away with."

"Yeah, he's got a real sense about how far he can go with broads." 

"And a lot of experience. He's been pulling this shit since I was a rookie."

After following the topless woman for two blocks, the cops pulled around her and sped away, getting one more look at her jiggling tits as she walked.

******

In an alley in another part of town, rookie patrolman Graham sat behind his parked squad car, listening to the rapid-fire slurping sounds emanating from behind him. Sergeant Miller sat in the back seat in near-darkness. A slender black hooker was sucking his cock with a speed and agility that only an experienced whore could do. When Miller came in her mouth, the hooker opened the car door and spat on the ground. Miller zipped his uniform pants up, and held up the vial that he found in the hooker's bra. 

"What's this, Shawana, coke?" Miller asked. 

"Yeah," said Shawana. 

"I think I'll be confiscating this," said Miller. 

"Damn, not the whole thing! There's a lot there!"

"OK, I only take half." After dividing the white powder in two, Shawana exited the squad car, and Miller ordered Graham to drive out of the alley.

"Kid, you sure you didn't want some of Shawana?" Miller asked Graham.

"Nah, I'm not into hookers. Getting a blow job from a hooker just isn't the same as getting some pussy from a chick that's not getting paid for it," said Graham.

"I know that ya mean," said Miller. "But sometimes you gotta take what you can get. Sometimes there's no opportunities for days. And then, boom, some good piece of ass falls right in your lap. If you know how to handle it. But the shift is still young, and I'm still horny. So," said Miller as he inspected his cocaine. "We'll keep our eyes peeled for an opportunity." 

CHAPTER 2 - A BIG BUST IN THE PARK

Originally my dad had volunteered to chauffer me and five other players on my baseball team to our game, but he had to go out of town on business, leaving my mom stuck with driving us. All the guys I knew well were going in other cars with their parents. The guys we were taking are the kids whose parents are never around to take them to anything. Kids I mostly didn't know well.  I learned something about them at the first game. They like my mom's body. And they aren't too discreet when they say something about a woman without knowing that they're sitting with her son. As soon as I heard, "Check out the woman over there with the big tits and the long legs," I turned to look along with everyone else, only to realize that they were talking about Mom. I pretended that I wasn't paying attention, as they made a few more crude comments about her tits and legs and wondering if she liked to fuck teenaged baseball players. I was offended and felt like punching them, but I was also wondering why I was getting hard listening to them. 

I'd gotten hard before looking at and thinking about my mom. At first it was only when she wore a braless nightgown in front of me, or when we went to the lake and I saw some cleavage and some stray pussy hairs sticking out of her bathing suit, stuff like that. Then I'd jerk off in my room, imagining that Mom came in wearing that sexy black negligee that I found buried away in her closet with other ancient and unworn garments, and said, "Oh, Randy, I really need you," and then pulled off her nightie and fucked me. 

Then one time a couple of carpenters came over to repair a wall, and I caught them staring at her tits, giving each other smiles after she leaned over and showed some cleavage. Suddenly this fantasy popped into my head that I wasn't home, and these big strong nasty carpenters were home alone with her, and they grabbed her and started feeling her tits and stuff. And I snuck into my room and jacked off fantasizing about them raping Mom. I began to notice that although in her forties, Mom is still desired by a lot of men. And I also began to realize that the thought of men doing things to women against their will could get me aroused, even though I never considered doing anything like that in real life. 

At tonight's game, Mom sat in the bleachers with a couple of the other moms, and about five of the dads, including one that lives across the street from us. I was especially horny for some reason, and watched the other dads talking to my mom and looking at her, and I was getting aroused. She looked good tonight in a tight orange tank top that clung a little to her big tits, and a blue denim skirt that was hemmed a little below mid-thigh level. Nothing risqué, really, for a warm summer night, but they complimented her figure just right. Right before the game started, a couple of the players walked by the bleachers and seemed to be trying to look up her skirt. By now they figured out that she was my mom, so they didn't say anything to me. Later, I saw the dad from across the street walk by her, and appear to try to look up her skirt. Throughout the game, I kept looking back at Mom. As mom leaned forward on the bleachers, a couple of the dads seemed to be looking into her tank top as they talked to her. At one point Mom had her arms crossed under her tits, and her cleavage was getting pushed up out of her bra, and I saw a couple of my teammates looking at her.

Right after we lost the game, the sun was lowering, but there was still plenty of light. We headed over near the bleachers where the parents were. My mom was anxious to leave, but two of the players we brought, Paul Wilder and Jesse Carmel, had disappeared. We looked around for them, and finally spotted them walking out from behind a clump of trees away from the field. Mom, Paul, Jesse, Dylan Brown, Mike Taylor, Rick Savich, and myself climbed into our minivan. While Mom got the car started, a funny odor wafted through the van. Almost like a campfire smell. I'd only smelled it one other time, but I thought it might be pot. 

Mom had pulled the van out of the parking space, and had just put it into forward, when a police car pulled into the parking lot from the other direction and stopped in front of Mom. Not understanding that they were after her, Mom tried to go around the squad car, but they immediately turned on their lights and siren and blocked her exit. With the lights still on, two cops got out of the squad car and approached our van from either side. 

Mom started to roll down her window, while Mike and Dylan traded derogatory comments about cops. Mom turned back to us and said in a hushed voice, "You guys just don't say anything!" When she turned her head back, a big cop with greasy blonde hair poked his head in the window and asked her for her driver's license. Mom gave it to him. He glanced at it, and then looked us over. "Is that pot I smell?"

I saw Mom sniff the air, and then get an alarmed look on her face. She just sort of stammered at the officer, "Uh, uh... I..." 

"Turn off the car, please," he ordered. The cop talked into his radio that was attached to his shoulder, rattling off police jargon and numbers, then "seven suspects, request backup". 

"Step out of the vehicle," he told Mom. Mom, with a confused, concerned expression, unbuckled her seat belt, unlocked the doors, and climbed out of the car. "Step over to the front of the squad car." Mom tentatively walked over to the side of the squad car. I saw the cop lower his eyes and stare down at her body as she walked past him. "Turn around and put your hands on the hood," he ordered. Mom looked back at him and us, and placed her hands on the hood of the squad car. 

Our van and the squad car were blocking the parking lot entrance. No one else could leave. Some people sat in their cars, while others gathered around the van to see what was going down. I could see several of my teammates and their parents standing nearby, as well as other teens and adults, looking at Mom with her hands on the car. Just then a second squad car pulled up. 

The greasy cop walked around to the passenger side of our van, opened the passenger door where I was sitting, and said, "Step out." I got out of the van, and he made me walk around to the other side of the van. "Put your hands on the side of the van." The other cop, the one with the crew cut, watched me. The greasy cop then opened the sliding side door, and said, "Everyone step out, one at a time." One by one, he had the other players standing along the driver's side of the van next to me, with their hands on the van. Soon all six of us were lined up. 

The two cops in the second car approached and looked Mom and us over. One had sergeant stripes on his shoulder, was older, very tall and broad shouldered, and had a pretty big gut. He seemed to take charge. Without being asked, the greasy cop told him, "Six males and the female. I saw two of the males smoking a joint, and then they jumped in the van. The female driver tried to get away from me, and then ordered the males to keep quiet and not say anything. We just got them out of the van, we haven't searched the van or the suspects yet." 

That part about Mom trying to get away was a bunch of crap, but maybe he was right about Paul and Jesse sharing a joint. It was beginning to look like a bad night. 

The sergeant said, "You and Coleman search the males." The two original cops went down the line and frisked us, starting with me. The crew cut cop started his hand at my shoulders, felt along my arms, then under my armpits, down my sides, down the outside of my legs. Then he went up my inner thighs, and felt my crotch over my jock and cup. The two cops went down the line and frisked the other five the same way. 

The sergeant had disappeared inside of our van, and then reappeared holding Mom's purse. He said, "I'll do a pat-down on the female." I'd swear the greasy cop gave the sergeant a little knowing smirk when he said that. I wasn't sure I heard right about giving Mom a pat-down, but suddenly she was the center of attention. The squad car's engine was nose-to-nose with the van's, so my teammates and me had a side view of Mom leaning over the squad car's hood. Her skirt was tight and rising, showing off her nice bare thighs, and her tits were hanging down nice. The older sergeant walked over to Mom and stood behind her. Without a word, he put his hands on her shoulders and ran them down her arms. Mom had a shocked look on her face as he slid his big palms down under her arms and around her waist. Then he quickly ran his hands up her waist, and over her tits on top of her shirt. Mom let out an involuntary gasp. 

I was at the rear end of the van, the furthest away of us six teammates, about twelve feet away, and I could clearly see the sergeant get a good squeeze of my mom's big tits over her shirt and bra. He quickly circled them with his palms, and felt along the underside of them. Just as quickly, he leaned over, ran his hands down her hips and outer thighs over her denim skirt. Then he ran his right hand up the inside of her bare left thigh, up under her skirt. Mom let out a squeal, as it appeared to me that he gave her crotch a good quick rub. 

When the cop stood back up, Mom was panting and shivering. I looked at my teammates, who were intently watching everything that I saw. I glanced around the crowd. There were well over fifty people who saw my mom get felt, including all of my other teammates, five other dads that I spotted, and at least two other team moms. One mom close to me turned to her husband and said, "He can't do that, can he?" Her husband just shrugged. The noisy mom said to the sergeant, "You can't do that, you have to get a woman police officer to do that!" 

The sergeant looked back at her with an annoyed look. "When there's no female officer at the scene, a male officer can search a female felony suspect." 

"What felony?" one dad asked. "I heard the other guy say that it was just a couple of kids smoking pot."

The sergeant gave the guy an angry look. He reached into Mom's open purse, and pulled out a vial of something. "This appears to be cocaine. That's a felony here in this quantity, and it was in her purse." 

The voices in the crowd grew silent. I was shocked, but figured it was a mistake, that the vial contained something else. It wasn't until later that I began to figure it as a plant. Still the crowd made their point. Loudly the sergeant spoke on his radio. "Request female officer to the scene." 

Sergeant Miller told Mom to stand straight and face him. "Close your eyes," he ordered. "Put your hands out to your sides. Touch your nose with your right index finger." He was giving her a sobriety test. "Now your left." Mom followed his instructions, though I'm sure she was mortified at doing it in front of everybody. Miller told Mom to stand on a line between two parking spaces. He made her walk along the line, heel-to-toe. 

Mom walked on the line toward Miller and the crowd. Then he told her to turn around and walk back the other way. After walking a few feet he told her to stop. "Bend down and touch your toes keeping your knees locked." Mom hesitated for just a second, and then slowly bent down. Her skirt stretched tightly around her ass, and started to rise in the back, exposing the back of her bare thighs. As her fingertips reached mid-calf, her pink panties came into view. "Stay down," Miller ordered. Mom held her bent-over pose as I saw all of the cops, and all of my teammates, looking at my mom's panties stretched over her pussy mound between her legs. Finally, Miller told her to stand up and put her hands on the squad car again.  

CHAPTER 3 - PUBLIC STRIP SEARCH

One of the other cops came out of the van with one of the player's clothes bag. "And here's the pot," he said, holding up a bag of what looked like pot. I don't know whose bag it was but I was guessing that it was Paul's or Jesse's. Another cop returned from a squad car with what appeared to be thick yellow twine. "Too many of them to use the cuffs." Two of the cops made me put my hands behind my back, and wrapped the twine around my wrists behind me. They did the same to the other five guys, and then used real cuffs on mom. I watched Mom's tits stick out as she arched her back and got her wrists cuffed behind her, a scared and confused expression on her face.


Mom Gets Strip Searched Pt. 02



WARNING: This story contains graphic depictions of sexual assaults, as well as incest. If you are offended by either of these topics, then do not read any further. In real life, non-consensual sex of any kind is illegal and immoral, and not condoned by the author. All characters are over 18. This story and all characters are fiction. However, many of the events depicted are fictionalized accounts inspired by real-life incidents. 

PART 02:

CHAPTER 6 - POLICE PENETRATION

"You punk kid, the pot's yours, isn't it?" Rapp was being pretty nasty. I have to admit he was scaring me. He had me in an interrogation room similar to room 103 across the hall. I had to presume Mom was in 103, because the door was closed when I came in. Rapp was threatening me with all sorts of jail time. The pot possession; saying we took the dope to the park to deal it, so add dealing to it. And the cocaine possession and selling. Looking back he had no case, but at the time he was very convincing, and very physically intimidating. He grabbed me by the collar a few times, gave me a couple of shoves, but never actually hit me. Coleman sat in the corner and said nothing.

All he wanted, he said, was for me to confess that the pot was mine. When I said it wasn't mine, he wanted to know whose it was. I told him I didn't know. 

Crabbe stepped into the room and called Rapp and Coleman out. When Crabbe and I were alone, he finally spoke. "Listen, kid, what Rapp really wants is to know who's dealing. He doesn't care about a stupid little possession charge. He wants the dealer. Tell him whose pot it is, and we'll work on them to get the dealer's name. Everyone here goes home free." 

I didn't realize it until later, but they were pulling the old Good Cop/Bad Cop trick. Rapp scares the shit out of me, and then Crabbe buddies up to me.

Crabbe smiled. "Besides, you're out of here free anyways, your mom's taken care of that. She kind of made a deal with us to get you off."

"What sort of deal?" I asked.

"She offered to give us sexual favors if we'd drop the charges against you." 

I thought about what he said for a minute. It made my cock tingle again hearing him say that, but I didn't believe it. "Bullshit. She wouldn't do that."

Chuckling, Crabbe said, "OK, she didn't exactly offer to do anything, but there was sort of an understanding. She was told that she better keep quiet when we were done with her, or we'd come down hard on you with the charges. You don't get charged with anything unless she squeals.

"What are you doing to her? Let me see her." I was still too scared to be demanding. I was mostly asking.

"Hey, kid, she's your mom, I don't think you wanna see that," replied Crabbe.

"C'mon, let me see her," I repeated. 

Crabbe chuckled, and said, "Well, you were giving her a pretty hard look during the strip search. You got a thing for your mom, kid?"

"No," I lied, not looking directly at him. 

"C'mon," Crabbe said, and opened the door. We went across the hall to the room next to 103, the one with the two-way mirror. Crabbe opened the door, and Graham and Warwick were inside looking through the mirror. 

In room 103 was my mom, sitting on the edge of the table, facing the mirror. Also sitting on the table, on either side of her, were Miller and Coleman. Her hands were cuffed again, in front of her this time. Mom's panties were gone; she was sitting there with her hairy muff showing. The only thing she was wearing was her bra, and her tits were hanging out over the cups. Miller and Coleman each were squeezing one of Mom's tits, mashing their open palms against her chest. Miller's pants were open, and his cock was sticking out. Mom had both of her cuffed hands wrapped around his cock, stroking it up and down. The amusing thing is that Mom still had ink on her fingers from being printed, and there were black smudge marks on Miller's cock. By the look on Mom's face, like a shamed, whipped puppy, I knew she wasn't doing this of her own free will. 

"Man, these are a handful," said Miller. I could hear him through the speaker. 

"Are you videotaping this?" I asked Crabbe. 

"No, we don't tape this shit." 

Miller and Coleman, the two big heavy cops still mostly in their blue uniforms, had evil grins as they both grabbed one of Mom's nipples and pulled hard on them. Miller used the stiff nipple as a handle and yanked her tit and shook it up and down. Coleman laughed and did the same thing. Miller grabbed Mom's hair by the back of her head, pulled her face to his, and kissed her hard. Then he kissed his way down her neck, and licked her tit as Mom closed her eyes. Coleman sucked her other tit, and let his hand slide down to her pussy. He pulled her thighs apart, and rubbed her hairy mound rapidly, then opened her pink slit. He inserted one, then two, then three, then four fingers in her pussy. 

"He couldn't do that so easy if she wasn't real wet," said Warwick. 

Miller grabbed Mom's hair again, and pulled her down onto his lap. "Suck it for a while," he ordered. Mom whimpered, but obeyed. She leaned over on one elbow, opened her mouth wide, and wrapped her lips over Miller's bulbous purple dick head. I could hear Mom's lips make slurping sounds as she slid down and up on the glistening cock. 

"Oh, that's good, Mary. Good girl. Let's get comfortable." Miller stood up then and straddled the table, sitting his bare ass on it and sticking his cock up in the air. He made Mom stand up at the end of the table, and lean over. She put her elbows on the table, with her head between Miller's legs, and her ass up in the air. Both of the big cops played with her dangling tits, and Miller made Mom suck his cock again. Mom's eyes looked up at Miller's as he told her how he wanted his cock sucked. 

Coleman lit a cigarette, and then stood at the end of the table, behind Mom, between her thighs. He unzipped his fly and pulled out an erect cock. He rubbed it along her thighs, and then slapped it on her ass. With his cigarette dangling from his mouth, he laid his cock on her ass crack and slid the shaft between her cheeks.

"Come on, put it in her," I thought to myself. 

Coleman softly pressed his red cock head into Mom's puffy pussy mound, over her hair. He slowly rubbed his dick head up and down over her slit, occasionally stabbing it with his head. 

"Stick that big thing in the bitch!" I thought. Coleman tickled her pussy hair and lips with his purple helmet. 

"Do it! Rape my mom!" I mentally ordered. "Hurry, before they take me out of here and I can't see it!"

Coleman's dick head disappeared inside of my mom's pussy. With one more thrust he sank the whole big thing into her, up to his hips. I could see it sliding in and out of Mom's pink pussy. Coleman's cock was glistening in the fluorescent light. Mom must have been real juicy. Coleman squinted his eyes as his cigarette smoke wafted up into his eyes. The long cigarette ashes fell onto Mom's back, and Coleman coolly brushed them off.

Mom grunted a couple of times while sucking Miller, but made no move to defend herself from the lancing Coleman. Still, I knew she didn't want this, knew she was being raped right in front of me. And I had never been more aroused in my life. I ached to be in Coleman's place pounding into Mom's shaking ass cheeks, feeling her hanging tits. 

Mom's head bobbed up and down on Miller's cock as her mouth was stretched wide open around it. Her thighs jiggled and her tits swung like pendulums each time she got slammed into by Coleman. The cops looked at Mom with big grins, their pants down but otherwise still dressed in their police blues. Miller gave Mom continuing directions on how he wanted his cock sucked, like "Suck harder," and "faster." I glanced at the cops in the room with me. They were enjoying the show, and making their own quiet comments on Mom and her body and sucking and fucking techniques. 

Miller grunted, "Here it comes, honey," and then Mom made a choking sound. She pulled back, and Miller's cock shot white cum all over her face, splattering her eyes, nose, and dribbled out of her mouth and down her chin. 

"Me too," grunted Coleman, thrusting hard like a piston, using her hips as handles. He pulled his cock out and squirted juice onto her ass and lower back. 

Before Coleman and Miller even had their pants zipped up, Graham and Warwick, the two youngest-looking of the cops, left my room and entered 103. Mom had temporarily curled up on the table in a fetal position. Graham and Warwick laid her out on her back on the table. They stood on either side of her with their cocks out of their uniforms, and made Mom alternately jerk them off while they played with her tits. Graham had his back to us. He told Mom to turn her head to the side and suck his cock as he stood beside her. The two big muscular cops, probably in their mid-twenties, coolly groped the older woman. 

Warwick was still wearing his belt with all the hardware, including his gun, cuffs, and nightstick. He pulled out his black nightstick, and slid it along her thighs. He stroked her pussy lips with the tip of the long, sleek, slender club. He twisted it around a few times, and then started to work it into Mom's pussy. Mom looked down to see what that was, and let out a loud whimper, but Graham grabbed her hair and made her keep sucking. 

Warwick slid the baton into Mom's pussy, a fraction of an inch at a time. I watched more and more of it disappearing inside of Mom. Mom whined and slowly gyrated her hips, but Warwick told her to "keep still." He was into her a good six inches now, and still descending. 

I'd swear he finally got the thing ten inches into her. He was being slow and careful with it, not being brutal, but he had a nasty grin on his face as he slid it in and out. Mom started to writhe and wrap her thighs around the stick. She thrust her hips up to meet it, and squealed. She seemed to be having a pretty heavy orgasm with the baton. 

Graham grunted a number of times, and let loose a gob of goo on Mom's face. Warwick withdrew his nightstick, and slid his hardon into her pussy as she lay on her back on the table. He thrust her hard and rapidly, causing her thighs to jiggle and her tits to bobble. It was sort of comical the way her tits shook up and down rapidly on her chest.

Ester entered the room. She stood next to Mom as Warwick fucked her, and started to rub Mom's tits gently. Her gentleness contrasted to Warwick, who was grunting loudly as he banged into her. He slowed down and pulled out, dripping the last drops of his spunk onto her belly. 

Sikowski was now in the room, and he was playing with Mom's pussy as Ester felt her tits. Ester made Mom sit up on the table. Ester grabbed the back of her head and forced Mom to make out with the dyke cop. I could see Ester's tongue sliding in and out of Mom's mouth. Ester was whispering orders to Mom, telling her to "French me back." The blond cop squeezed and kneaded both of Mom's tits. 

Ester unbuttoned her own uniform blouse, exposing her white bra. She pulled her big white tits out of her bra, and pressed them forcefully against Mom's tits. Ester grabbed one of her own tits and rubbed her pink nipple against Mom's darker thicker nipple.

Sikowski had his hard cock out and was rubbing it along Mom's thighs between her legs. Ester pushed Mom down onto her back again, with her legs still hanging off the end of the table. Sikowski was standing between Mom's legs, aiming his dick at her pussy. He grabbed her right leg, and hoisted it up over his left shoulder. Then he did the same with her left leg. He slid his cock into her, and humped her while her legs were up in the air and her calves were resting on his shoulders. He slammed into her pussy hard. 

Ester pulled off her uniform pants and big white nylon panties, exposing a thick triangle of mixed blonde and brown pussy hair. She climbed on top of the table and straddled Mom. The bottomless lady cop spread her legs and lowered her crotch down onto Mom's head. "Lick me good, Mary," she ordered. 

As Sikowski pounded her pussy, Ester must have enjoyed what Mom was forced to do to her, because Ester moaned, "Oh, that's good, sweetie!"

Mom's cuffed hands were over her head. I couldn't see her face, just Ester's ass crack from my angle. Then I could see Mom's legs sticking up into the air as Sikowski fucked her. Ester moaned with her eyes closed and squeezed her own pale round tits, wiggling her bottom and squeezing her bare thighs around Mom's head. 

The cops were coming and going from the viewing room, passing around a bottle of booze and making comments about Mom. They were also looking down at my obvious hardon sticking straight out of my pup-tent pants, and asking me if I was enjoying the performance. "Mom's pretty hot, huh, kid?" "Wouldn't you like to be in there doin' her?" "Ever seen your dad fuck her that way?"

Some cops brazenly entered room 103 just to watch Mom close-up, and occasionally get in a quick feel. They were drinking and getting louder. The whole thing was taking on a party atmosphere. 

I heard Ester squealing and grunting. "Oh, you hot bitch! Oh, Mary, goddamn! Lick my clit again! Oooouuueeeeee! Unnggg UUHHHHG!" The lady cop thrashed about on top of Mom, then hung her head down and panted before climbing off the table. 

Sikowski was banging into Mom so hard he was lifting her butt off the table. He grunted loudly as Mom cried out, and apparently came inside her pussy.

Escalante had entered the room, and when Sikowski was finished, he grabbed Mom by the handcuffs and pushed her into the mirror. Mom's face and chest were pressed against it. Just inches from where I was standing, Moms tits were pressed hard against the glass, flattening them out. The part that was pressed against it looked whiter than the rest of her tits. Escalante reached around and rubbed her tits in front of me. Then he fell to his knees, and buried his face into Mom's ass crack. The other cops laughed watching Escalante's mouth working over Mom's butt. I could see him working his tongue into her asshole as Mom moaned and squirmed. 

Escalante stood up and pulled his pants down, and leaned Mom down on the table face-down. He aimed his hard cock at Mom's asshole, and started pressing against it. Mom screamed as the head started to sink into her. Graham, standing to my right, commented, "It's a good thing that Ester lubed up her ass." Escalante scrunched up his face, and Mom did the same, as the Hispanic cop thrust his cock into her ass. Mom grunted and squealed as her body was thrown forward onto the table. Escalante suddenly withdrew his cock from Mom, and squirted cum on her asshole. 

CHAPTER 7 - SON HELPS MOM GET OFF

I was still watching the group of drinking cops groping and fucking Mom when Rapp grabbed me by the arm and led me back across the hall. "The other kids are telling us that the dope belongs to you. So they're getting off, and you and your mom are going down for dealing and possession."

"That's bullshit. It's not mine, and they know it." 

"Then tell me whose it is. Who's dealing the stuff?"

"I don't know for sure."

"Whose do you think it is?"

"Either Jesse or Paul. They were the ones in the woods. It must be one of theirs' but I don't know anything about dealing."

Rapp stared at me silently for a moment, and then a little grin formed on his lips. He'd cracked me. He exited the room and left me alone. Across the hall it sounded like a party going on. I could hear the cops talking loudly and occasionally laughing, and a couple of times I heard Mom squeal or cry out, followed by more laughing.

Crabbe finally entered the room. "Jesse admitted the pot was his, and he named his dealer, a guy we're familiar with. So Rapp's happy. All you kids are going to be set free soon. Now it's just a matter of the charges against your mother. You want us to drop the charges against her?"

"Yeah, of course."

"What are you willing to do to get them all dropped?" 

"Anything."

"I was hoping you'd say that." Crabbed looked back at the door once, then back at me. "We couldn't help notice that you were stiff as a board watching your mom in there. How'd you like to fuck her?"

I just stared at him for a minute. "What?"

"They want to see you fuck your mom. If ya do, then we drop all charges against her, and you're both free to go." 

I was getting stiff again thinking about what he said. I didn't believe it, though. "Why would they want me do that?"

Crabbe smiled. "That's a real crazy group of cops over there, on and off the job. They've seen and done just about everything. But they've never seen a guy stuff his sausage into his own mom. We've investigated allegations of incest, but never seen it. They'd just get off watching you do it, that's all. So you can tell your mom we made you do it in order to get her charges dropped. Whatd'ya say, kid?"

"She wouldn't go for it." 

"Ah, but she wouldn't have a choice. We cuff her to the table, and you just waltz in and do her. Tell her what ya want about it later, we don't care."

My cock was aching with the idea of being slid into Mom's warm pussy, but I was still working it out in my head, and trying not to look too eager. 

"I'll go get her ready," said Crabbe, and disappeared through the door. A few moments later he was back. "C'mon, let's go." 

I stood up with rubbery legs, and followed Crabbe out the door. Cops were in the hallway, and I could hear more of them in the room next to 103. The door to room 103 was ajar. Crabbe half-pushed me through it. Mom was lying on the table lengthwise, buck naked, her legs dangling off the end. Both of her ankles were handcuffed to table legs. Her hands were cuffed and over her head, and tied to the other end of the table. Her legs were spread, and her pink hairy pussy was staring at me. Her tits were sticking up in the air, her nipples hard. All of the cops stood back. 

I glanced over at the mirror, where I knew some of the cops were. I stood between Mom's legs. I unbuckled my pants and unleashed my stiff aching cock. I dropped my pants to my ankles and stepped closer until my bare thighs were touching Mom's. I leaned forward, and my dick head grazed Mom's matted pussy hair. Up close I could see through her brown forest to the flesh of her pussy mound beneath it. Her slit was red and swollen looking. I touched it with my dick. 

Mom finally spoke. "Randy, what... what are you..."

I put my hands on her long thighs and ran them up to her pussy. I combed my fingers through the matted fur. I leaned forward and grabbed both of her big soft tits. They felt as good as I had always imagined them. I squeezed and massaged them. 

"Randy, what are you doing?"

I held my cock in my right hand and pushed it between her pussy lips. I wasn't going to waste time. I slid the head inside the warm wetness.

"Randy, NO!"

She was loose and slippery. With ease I sunk the whole unit into her deep shaft. Mom started wiggling. Her steel cuffs rattled as she shook violently back and forth.

"NO Nooo, Oh, NOOOOO!" I was rock hard but felt apprehension, not only listening to my Mom's objections, but also thinking of all the cops watching. But then Mom thrashed her body from side to side, causing her mammoth jugs to bobble and shake and roll. Seeing them doing that, combined with the wonderful feel of my cock sliding in and out of Mom's lube-up lukewarm pussy, made me think of nothing but the pleasure of sex with Mom. "Ohh! Nooouuuu!" Cried Mom, looking down at my cock in her pussy, as I thrust harder into her, holding onto her hips. 

Eventually I got into a good hard rhythm, and Mom stopped struggling. She was silent momentarily, then she started to whimper each time I thrust into her. She laid her head back, with her eyes closed and her face contorted. Her thighs tightened around me. 




Mom Gets Strip Searched Pt. 02



"Ooooh, oooooh!" she cooed in rhythm to my slender body slapping loudly into her rippling thighs. In response I thrust harder. Mom's mouth was open as she started to moan louder. She moved her hips in rhythm with mine. I could feel her cunt muscles contracting around my cock. I took the time to run my hands over her sticky body, including massaging her long thighs, and squeezing her irresistible tits and tugging her hard nipples. 

I was panting loudly, and my mom was crying out and grunting. "Ugh, Uhg, Oohhh!" I was getting close to cumming. 

"Here... it... comes... Mom!" I grunted.

"Don't stop yet!" Mom panted. "Uh! I'm, Ugh! Close to, Urrgh! Cumming! Ooooouuuuueeeee!"

Mom started thrashing madly again as I held her bucking hips with my hands. She screamed loudly and clamped her thighs around me like a vise. She shuddered and convulsed and fitted almost constantly. 

I've spilled gallons of semen, it seems, fantasizing of fucking my Mom as well as other women. But I had never cum as long or as hard as I did inside of my mom's pussy. It seemed to send Mom into even more waves of screaming and thrashing. 

When at last my cock stopped pulsating inside of Mom's pussy as she lay on the table crying, I slowly slipped my still-hard slithery snake out of her hole. I looked down at my naked, sticky mom. Ink from my fingertips had left black smudge marks on her body, especially her tits and hips.

CHAPTER 8 - MOM AND THE TEENAGERS

I could hear noise from behind the mirror. I pulled up my baseball pants and buckled the belt. When I opened the door and stepped into the hall, I was greeted by my five teammates. They patted me on the shoulders, and made comments like, "Nice work," "good job," etc. They all filed into room 103. Some of the cops followed me into the cramped room behind the mirror.

"Are you going to let her go now?" I asked Crabbe, the "good" cop.

"In a while," answered Miller. "That was priceless, watching you fuck your mom. But we made some deals with the other kids. They get to hump her now for turning informant." I looked through the mirror. Mom was still handcuffed to the table as five teenaged boys in baseball uniforms groped her body all over. Jesse was even kissing her. Paul was feeling her right tit. Mike and Dylan were both squeezing her left tit. Rick fingered her pussy. They were laughing and smiling, their teen cocks sticking out perpendicular from their bodies through their uniforms. They were rough and rapid in their movements. 

Rick pulled his red dick out of his pants. He aimed it at Mom's pussy, and slid it in. He fucked her rapidly while the others continued to crudely grope her. 

Mom squealed as she looked up at the five teens. Her white tits were turning dark from smudged ink from the boys' fingers. Rick slapped into her hard, while the other giggling teens squeezed and tickled her body.

Rick pulled out of Mom's pussy and shot his white jism on her stomach. Jesse soon replaced him between Mom's legs. The cops laughed and made comments about "eager young teens," and Mom's ink-smudged tits. Dylan pulled out his cock, pushed it into Mom's face, and made her suck on teen dick. Others reached under her to feel her ass.

I couldn't help but be thrilled and proud of my mom, being so sexually desired by a group of teenagers. The smiles told me they were having fun, but they were also deadly serious with the way they fucked mom.

Jesse laughed as he fucked my mom, but soon scrunched his face, withdrew from her, and spattered spunk on her thighs. Mike replaced Jesse and fucked her with loud but high- pitched grunts from his only recently-changed voice. Paul climbed on the table, sat on Mom's chest, and laid his cock between her tits. He pressed her tits together, thrust his hips in and out, and tit-fucked Mom. I could see his cock head disappearing and reappearing from between her pushed-together cleavage. The other teens laughed and pointed at Mom as she got her pussy and her tits fucked by their teammates. Soon Mike pulled out and came on Mom's pussy fur, as Paul let white spunk fly all over Mom's tits, chest, neck and chin. 

When all five of them had managed to come in or on my mom, Miller and the other cops broke the party up and shooed the team out in to the lobby. Miller unlocked all of the handcuffs on Mom, as the other cops picked up some of their own clothes and some empty booze bottles. Mom rose slowly from the table, and sat on it in a daze. Her underwear had disappeared, but now her skirt, tank top, and shoes reappeared, and were tossed onto the table. I watched Mom get dressed, with her tits swaying. She had black smudge marks all over her body, but they were by far the darkest over her tits, all around her crotch and hips, and a little on her ass. The cops kicked me out into the reception area with the other guys. 

Coleman and Sikowski gave us all bags that contained our jocks and other articles that they'd confiscated. I looked in mine, and there was an unmarked VHS tape. Looking around, I could see similar tapes in the other guys' bags. Crabbe DID promise us a copy of Mom's strip search, but they didn't actually give them to us, did they? 

Mom walked slowly and unsteadily into the reception area. Her hair was a mess; she had spunk dried all over her face, hair, chest, and arms. She clearly wasn't wearing a bra under her tank top. The other guys were still staring at her swaying tits and protruding nipples. Funny how that turned me on, even after everything I saw of her. Mom was given her purse, and exited the door. We silently followed her. 

We retrieved our impounded minivan, and climbed in. Nobody said a word as we drove home. We stopped in front of Paul's house first. Mom put the van in park, but before she unlocked the doors, she turned back to all of the boys. "Tonight didn't happen," she said. "I don't ever want to talk about it to anyone." With that she unlocked the door for Paul. 

CHAPTER 9 - AFTERMATH 

For the next several months, Mom never did talk about it, to me or anyone else that I'm aware of. I don't know what she thought of my fucking her, or the other guys fucking her. Maybe she thought I was forced to do it. Mostly I think she was in denial that the whole thing happened, and generally went about her life as if she'd never experienced the horror of being exposed and felt up in front of dozens of members of her community, or laughed at after she shuddered through a public orgasm, or raped by a bunch of cops, or gang raped by a bunch of teenaged boys that she knew, or chained to a table while her own son fucked the hell out of her.

For a while we seemed to avoid each other, making little eye contact, except for normal parental issues. But after a while I went back to longer gazes at her body. The only subtle difference was that I sometimes saw Mom look back at me and catch me staring at her. But she didn't say anything to me about it. 

Nobody ever mentioned to me that they were aware that I fucked Mom at the police station. I guess the other guys feared reprisals from the cops if they talked about that, or maybe everybody knew but just didn't talk to me about it. It was, however, very common knowledge that Mom had been searched and exposed at the park in front of a lot of people. And it was well known that Mom had been stripped naked at the police station. For the videotape that we all received did indeed contain the entire strip search.

Every chance I got, when alone, I would put that tape on the VCR with the sound up loud, sit in a chair close to the TV, the remote in one hand, and my cock in the other, and watch it. I slow-motioned my favorite parts, freeze-framed others where Mom was in a particularly good pose, and watched over and over as mom shuddered through her orgasm. The tape took on a life of its own. My teammates were showing it to people, and making copies, too. Guys I didn't even know approached me and told me they enjoyed seeing my mom stripped naked. And I loved it. My cock tingled every time someone told me they'd seen it. Usually I would have the courage to ask them what their favorite moment was. Some wouldn't say, but others told me. It was often her orgasm at Ester's hands; some said when her tits first came into view; some said when her pussy hair was exposed; while others said watching her tits bounce when she did jumping jacks. 

One day Mr. Jackson, my next-door neighbor, called me over when I was in the back yard. After hemming and hawing, he said that he'd heard about the tape. Was it true? Did I really have a copy of it? When I answered yes, he said he'd like a copy of it. When I said that I really shouldn't do that, he said he couldn't give me much money, but that he'd trade for it. He said he'd give me a videotape that he'd made of his wife stripping and having sex with him, that he'd recorded without her knowledge. I'd long watched his wife coming and going and working in the yard. She was a hot, petite brunette a couple of years younger than Mom.

When Mr. Jackson and I made the exchange, it started a new trend. I wouldn't sell the video, but I would trade it for similar videos. A lot of my schoolmates traded me videos they secretly made of their moms, or their sisters, or sometimes their sister's friends, with their home camcorders. I told Mike and Dylan what I was doing, and they started making the same deals. Soon we shared a large collection of bootleg voyeur porn of community women and girls. 

CHAPTER 10 - MOM AND SON AT HOME

One night a couple of months after "the incident," Dad was out of town again. Mom and I were home alone, and I was lying in my bed in just a pair of boxers. I could hear Mom in the shower. I was going to wait for her to go to sleep, then slip downstairs and watch the video again. In the meantime, I was stroking my hard cock, in anticipation of seeing Mom naked on TV again. 

A few minutes after the shower stopped, I heard Mom in the hall. She knocked on my door. I hid my hardon under the sheets, and called "come in."

Mom walked into my bedroom, wearing the skimpy black silk negligee that I had seen buried in her closet. I'll bet that Dad bought it for her years and years ago, because it clearly was way too small for her now. Two tiny black straps held it up. I knew from inspecting it before that it had an underwire to hold her tits up, but that the cups were just flimsy silk. It scooped way down in front. Her tits were too large for the cups, and a large portion of her cleavage was spilling out over the top. The bottom of the one-piece outfit was like a pair of shorts, tight around her crotch and ass, but with loose leg holes. It was so tight that the material at her crotch was sucked right up into her pussy slit. Her thighs were bare. She had make-up on, and long earrings dangling, not the sort of things she normally does at bedtime after a shower.

"I, uh, uh. Oh, Randy, I really need you," Mom blurted.

"Sure, what is it?"

"I, uh, I'm having problems with your father."

I didn't say anything at that. 

Mom continued, looking down at the floor. "I'm having problems, uh, in bed." 

Again, I didn't know what to say. 

"I, uh, can't have sex the normal way." 

"The normal way?" I asked. "What's that mean?" I thought maybe she had some physical problem from "the incident."

Mom held her right hand out, and tossed something on my bed. I looked down at the object. It was a pair of handcuffs.

I sat in silence working out what she was telling me. She was having problems in bed. She brings me handcuffs. 

"What do you want me to do?" I asked.

Mom looked me in the eye with a pleading look. "I want you to, uh, use them." 

I climbed out of bed, my hardon pup-tenting my boxers. I picked up the handcuffs from the bed, and approached Mom. Mom held out her right hand. I wrapped a cuff around her wrist, and closed it. Mom held out her left hand. But I grabbed her right arm, and twisted it behind her back. Mom let out a little gasp when I twisted her body around and pushed her chest into the door, but she didn't object. I grabbed her left arm and pulled it back behind her. If Mom had wanted to get away from my grasp, she could have. I slapped the cuffs on her left wrist, so her hands were cuffed behind her back. 

She was off balance, and resting her chest on the door. I put both of my hands on her hips, over her nightie, and started to "frisk" her. I ran them up her waist, up under her arms. I slid them over her silk-covered tits, feeling her hard nipples through the flimsy fabric. Mom let out little gasps and whimpers, but said nothing else as I felt her tits rapidly and roughly, the way I had seen Miller and Ester do it in the park. I leaned forward and smelled her clean hair and perfume, and pressed my cock against her butt crack. 

I ran my hands back town her sides, caressing her hips, then moved them in and massaged her silk-covered ass cheeks. They might have been a bit bigger than girls my age, but they were round and soft and jiggled nicely under the tight silk nightie. "God, Mom, you've got a nice ass," I whispered through clenched teeth. 

I ran my hands down the back of her smooth bare thighs, and up the inside. I rubbed her pussy between her legs, sliding my middle finger along the place where that fabric had been pulled inside her slit. Mom spread her knees more to give me more room. 

I slid my left hand inside the front of the nightie over her pubic hair, and the other under the night from behind, getting my first feel of her bare ass flesh. 

I let go of her bottom and grabbed her shoulder straps, pulled them down her arms, and pulled the nightie down until it gathered at her waist. I grabbed the fabric at her hips, tugged them down off of her hips and ass, and yanked it down her legs. I pulled it off her left foot, leaving it bunched around her right foot. I grabbed her bare ass that was sticking out in my face, and squeezed with both hands until her flesh was pushing out between my fingers. Christ, did those fleshy cheeks feel nice! It was so fun squeezing them hard, then letting them go and watching her globes snap back into their original round shape, sort of like two stress balls. 

I moved my right hand between her legs, and rubbed her pussy mound, covered by her clean fresh patch of brown pubic hair. I moved my middle finger inside of her. She was soaking wet. I worked another finger into Mom's pussy, then another one. I rapidly circled them, and stroked them in and out of her. I planted my lips on her ass cheek, and kissed it. I moved my lips over to her crack, and let my tongue probe her anus as she let out little squeals. 

"Ooooohhhh! Whooo!" She started thrusting her hips in and out.

With one hand up inside her pussy, I found her clit with my other hand, and rubbed my fingers over her swollen button, the way that Ester did it on the tape.

"Whoooooo, woahhhhh!" "Ahhh Ahhhhhh!" Mom gyrated her hips and shuddered, and I knew I had given her an orgasm the way that Ester did. 

I stood up, and spun Mom around until she stood facing me with her hands behind her back. I massaged both of her tits, softly at first, but then harder and faster. I pulled on her long hard dark nipples as I planted my lips on hers. I opened my mouth and licked Mom's lips. Mom opened her mouth and met my tongue with hers. I French kissed Mom while feeling her tits for the longest time.

I moved my lips down her neck and chest, and sucked on her tasty jugs. I loved sucking on her long nipples and licking her areola; not for the first time in my life, but the first that I can remember. I buried my face between her tits, and shook and jiggled her tits while blowing into her cleavage.

I held onto Mom by her nipples and led her over to my desk chair. I pulled off my boxers and sat in the chair, and pulled Mom down onto my lap, straddling me. I aimed my cock up at her pussy, and Mom lowered herself onto it. It slid easily into her dripping twat. Mom wrapped her thighs around me as I put my hands on her hips, and humped up into her. She contracted her cunt muscles around my boner, and thrust her hips in and out. 

Mom's tits were right in my face, and I licked them and nibbled on them as we fucked. "Shake your tits for me, Mom. Shake 'em back and forth." Mom, with her hands still cuffed behind her, and her shoulders back, shook her chest back and forth at my command. I kept fucking her while watching her jiggle her tits like a cheap stripper. "God, Mom, you're such a slut!"

I grabbed her ass, and also massaged her long thighs. I sucked on her tits again, as Mom started moaning again. "Ahhhh! Woooooo! Oooooohhhhaaahg!" Mom shook and gyrated on my lap, shaking her tits around my face, while I shot a load of cum up into her pussy. 

Mom fell forward onto my shoulder, and we both panted in each other's ears. But I wasn't done yet. I made Mom get off my cock, and kneel on the floor in front of me. Mom looked down at my still-hard, glistening, gooey cock. "Suck it Mom," I ordered. 


Mom looked up in my eyes like she didn't want to do it, but immediately lowered her head down on my lap, and wrapped her lips around my dick head. If I hadn't just come moments ago, I would have shot the second I felt her soft lips sliding down on me. I ran my hands through her brown hair, and felt Mom's lips sliding up and down my shaft.

"Lick the head," I ordered, and Mom did as she was told. "Lick up and down the shaft. Ohh, that's great! Now lick my balls!" Mom did whatever I told her, and did it to the best of her ability. "Now, blow me real fast." Mom sucked faster and faster, her head bobbing up and down on my lap, her hair tickling my thighs. I shot cum into her mouth, and she swallowed most of it, but some still dribbled down her chin, and gave her a cum mustache. 

I helped Mom get on her feet, and then threw her down onto the bed on her back, with her legs dangling off the end. I knelt on the floor between her long thighs, and buried my face into her pussy hair. I didn't care that I was licking my own cum, I just loved having a face full of Mom's soft pussy hair, and having her lock her smooth warm fleshy thighs around my head. I licked deep and rapidly, up and down and from side to side. Mom started panting and whimpering again. She thrust her hips up at my face, jiggling her thighs against my ears. 

My tongue found her clit, and licked circles around it. "Oohhh, Oohhhh!" Mom wailed. "Ooowwwwwwoeuuo! Hungghhhh! Ohhwweeeeeee!" She bounced her butt on the bed, and threw her torso from side to side as I tried my best to keep my tongue on her clit until she finished another orgasm. 

I rolled Mom over on her stomach and made her stick her ass up in the air. I knelt behind her on the bed, grabbed her hips, and slid my cock up into her warm pussy. I humped her slow while reaching under her and playing with her dangling tits. I was gentle at first, and then I started slamming into her harder. I enjoyed the way her ass and thighs rippled and shook when I slammed into them hard. 

I looked down at her red asshole sticking up in my general direction. I took a finger full of cum that was dripping down her thigh, and soaked the area around her asshole with it. Then I worked my index finger into her ass. It was sort of an awkward angle, but I kept working at it until I got up to the second knuckle. Once it got loose and a little slippery, I pulled my cock out of Mom's pussy. I aimed it at her ass, and started working the tip in. Mom's face was buried in a pillow and turned sideways, and she simply grunted a few times while I worked my cock into her. It was a lot tighter than her pussy.

"Unngg" HHHunnnnng!" Mom grunted. I got completely inside her and humped faster. I was grunting too, but not as loud as Mom. I spanked her butt a few times as I rode her, and tweaked her dangling nipples, too. 

Mom made unladylike noises that I'd never heard her make before. I was close to cumming again. But I wanted to make Mom have one more shivering, squealing orgasm. I reached under her and diddled her clit with two fingers as I humped deep into her asshole. 




Mom Gets Strip Searched Pt. 02



"Unhg Uh! Uh! Uh! Urrrggghh!" Mom thrust her butt back at me. She thrashed about and I came in her ass just before she knocked both of us on our sides. 

"OK, Mom, where's the key?" 

"It's on my dresser, honey." I retrieved the key, uncuffed Mom, and lay naked next to her for the rest of the night. 

I was smiling and excited, thinking of all the nasty things I could do with Mom whenever Dad wasn't home. Endless possibilities. Even if she chose not to do this with me any more, I could easily blackmail her into submitting to me. My momslave! Ha Ha Ha! Maybe share her with my friends and neighbors! 

I wondered if I should ever tell her about the tape. Imagine how humiliated she would be knowing about all of the men and teens that jerk off watching her get stripped, and then tell me about it.

And I wondered if I should tell her what I want to do with my life when I get out of school.

I want to be a cop.

THE END



Mom Gets Strip Searched



Within minutes a third squad car had shown up. This one had one male officer, and one female officer. The female had highlighted blonde hair pulled back, wasn't bad looking, but had some masculine features. She was tall, but not as tall as Mom. Her body wasn't bad except her shoulders were broad and her butt was a little too large. Considering the situation, I was surprised at myself for noticing that her tits were pretty big, but not as big as Mom's. 

The sergeant turned to the woman cop. "The female had cocaine in her purse. I patted her down, but you need to do a full cavity search." 

The female cop glanced around at the crowd. "Out here?"

"You're a FEMALE OFFICER, Ester," he said it to the woman cop, but he was looking at the couple that had argued with him. "Out here." 

The woman cop walked over to Mom, and looked her up and down for a minute from behind her. She gently combed her fingers through Mom's shoulder-length brown hair. It was the last gentle thing she did. "Turn around." Mom turned, with her hands still cuffed behind her back, and faced Ester the woman cop. "Open your mouth," she ordered. Mom opened her mouth wide, and Ester shined a flashlight in her mouth. "Lift your tongue." Mom rifted her tongue up while Ester peered in her mouth. "Turn back around." Mom turned back toward the squad car hood. "Lean over the car," Ester ordered, but as she was still saying it she shoved my mom forward, and her upper torso fell on the hood. "Spread your legs." Mom awkwardly spread her legs wider, but it wasn't enough for Ester, who kicked them further apart.

Again, I felt my groin tingling, watching Mom with her ass up and her legs spread. What was the lady cop going to do to her? My teammates were in my line of sight, and they were all watching Mom. So were all of the parents and other adults and teenagers present. The crowd must have grown to over seventy. 

Ester ran her hands over Mom's shoulders just as the sergeant had, and down her sides. But then, both of her hands slid under Mom's shirt at her sides, and disappeared under it. She ran her hands up her sides, lifting the shirt up with it. The back of Mom's white bra was exposed to the fading daylight. 

Ester's movements were rapid, but to me it seemed like I was watching it in slow motion, and I was noticing every little detail. Ester pulled Mom's shirt up over the front of her bra, giving my teammates and me a side view of her big white bra. Just as quickly, the woman cop grabbed the undersides of Mom's bra cups, and yanked up on them. Mom's tits fell out of her bra and hung down. 

I heard Jesse say, "Jesus!" Other male voices in the crowd moaned, a couple whistled. One or two women gasped, "Oh!" All were staring at Mom's exposed tits. They looked even bigger out of her bra than they did in it, if that's possible. They were a pale white, and from the side I could see very large, and very dark, areolas. 

Without pausing, Ester the cop lifted up Mom's tits, and shook them. Then she searched her bra cups while Mom's tits bobbled around. It happened so fast, but I'll never forget the way that Mom's tits shook and jiggled all over as the cop roughly searched them. I'd seen Mom's tits sway a little in her braless nightshirts, but the sight of those beauties dancing rapidly gave me a raging hardon. There were certainly extreme feelings of anger at the cops and what they were doing to Mom. But I had wanted to see those tits for so long, ached to see them, that to witness them jiggling around in public, with everyone else watching, was intensely erotic. I couldn't help myself wanting to see more. 

Ester moved her hands down to Mom's bottom, but instead of pulling down her shirt, she just left her tits out and exposed, her shirt and bra still resting above her tits. Ester felt Mom's ass cheeks over her skirt, and ran her hand down her outer thighs. In one rapid, experienced movement, Ester grabbed Mom's skirt hem, and lifted it completely up over her panties, leaving it bunched up around her waist. Mom was bent over the hood, with her ass sticking out, clad in tight, pink cotton panties. In one more lightning-quick movement, Ester grabbed the sides of Mom's panties, and yanked them down to below mid-thigh. There was another round of grunts, moans, whistles, and female gasps from the crowd and my teammates. Mom's ass mooned the crowd while Ester inspected her panties. I had mostly a side view, but when Ester ran her hands between Mom's legs and grabbed her pussy, Mom instinctively twitched her ass in our direction, and a got a glimpse of a patch of brown pubic hair peeking out between her legs below her exposed ass crack, the same dark brown color of the hair on her head. Just like the pubic hairs I had seen sticking out of her bathing suit. 

Ester left mom posing like that while she pulled a latex surgical glove out of her back pocket. She aimed her middle finger at Mom's asshole, and started to work it in, her face right up to the hole. "Oohhhh!" Mom squealed loudly. Ester worked it in several knuckles, and wiggled it around. Mom cried out again, a pained look on her face. Ester pushed Mom down harder on the hood. Mom's tits were smashed against the hood, pressed out the side under her arm. 

There was buzzing in the crowd, and the same mom that spoke to the sergeant earlier stepped up again, and said, "What are you doing? You can't do that out here in public!" 

The sergeant grinned and replied, "The law says that a female officer has to perform a strip search of a female suspect. But it doesn't say anything about where." 

The woman's husband said loudly, "C'mon, that's crap!" 

The sergeant stepped right into his face and stared at him with an intimidating expression. He said loudly, "There is a police felony investigation in progress here! Anyone that gives me problems is impeding that investigation, which a crime! Anyone wants to be a wise guy, I'm gonna charge with impeding, and cuff him and jail him right now!"

With that the sergeant had bullied the crowd into submission and quieted them down, and then everyone went back to looking at my exposed mom. 

When Ester was done playing with Mom's asshole, she closely inspected Mom's labia with her hands, and then slid her middle finger up into her pussy. Ester wiggled the finger around roughly and deeply as Mom cringed and moaned. Ester looked to have about three fingers in there. And then she reached up with her other hand and rubbed Mom's front. 

Mom and been trying to keep still and comply, but suddenly she started shaking and shuddering. She let out a loud, "OooAaaHaHa!" Then she shook her pelvis wildly. 

When Ester was done giving Mom's pussy a cavity search, she took her time removing her glove and dropping it on the ground. Mom leaned up a little, and I could see her tit hanging down again. Finally Ester grabbed the waistband of Mom's panties, and pulled them up as rapidly as she had pulled them down. And she just as quickly yanked her skirt down. Then she reached under Mom's chest, grabbed the bottoms of her bra cups, and pulled them down over her tits. Without wasting any time for adjustments, she gave Mom's shirt a yank down and covered her bra. 

Ester walked over to the sergeant and said loud enough for me to hear, "Did you see that last shaking she did? She had an orgasm." 

People in the crowd heard her, and started to snicker. Even a couple of my teammates laughed. Mom probably heard her. Her head was hanging down.

CHAPTER 4 - IN THE JAILHOUSE NOW

The greasy cop approached the sergeant. "Miller, we're done searching. The one bag of pot was all we found."

"Well, that's enough to take them in. Rapp," he said to the greasy guy, "You and Crabbe stay here until the van gets towed. Ester, you take in these three in your car," he said, pointing to Paul, Jesse, and Mike. "I'll take in these three and the female." So I was going to jail in the same car as my mom, along with Dylan and Rick.

I watched the others get led one by one to Ester's squad car, and put in the back. Then the rest of us were led to Sergeant Miller's car. "Put the female in the front," Miller told his partner. The crowd was still watching as Mom was led to the squad car with her hands still cuffed behind her back. Her clothes were disheveled. Her skirt wasn't completely pulled down flat, her shirt was up on one side, and something about her bra wasn't quite right, like her left tit wasn't tucked into the cup properly or something. 

The other cop opened the front passenger door, and held Mom's arm as she tried to back her butt into the vehicle. It was awkward with her hands cuffed behind her, and she tried to swing her left leg into the car. This left her legs spread wide for a long lingering moment. Having just had her bare pussy exposed to this crowd, it was almost amusing that I got aroused again seeing Mom's pink panties up her skirt, and knowing that she was giving an involuntary show to others. 

Dylan, Rick and myself were put into the back seat of the squad car, with Mom in the middle of the front seat, Sergeant Miller on the passenger side, and the other younger cop driving. 

I leaned forward a little, and could see that Miller had his left hand on Mom's bare right thigh. Then I got thrown back as the car took off. Mom was squirming.

"What's a matter? Sit still," said Miller. 

"She didn't put my bra back right," said Mom. "The under wire's cutting into me." It must have really been uncomfortable for Mom to say that. 

"Here I'll take care of that," said Miller. He stuck his hand up under Mom's shirt. I could see his hand manipulating over Mom's tits. He may have made an adjustment to her bra, but he had a pleasurable smile on his face as he took his time with his hand up under there. 

"OK... That's... stop!" moaned Mom. Miller finally finished groping her tits and pulled his hand out, grinning. 

But soon Mom was wiggling again. "Don't," she murmured. "Stop it, no!" 

"You're in enough trouble already, don't give me any lip," said Miller. I was able to lean forward enough to see that his hand was under her skirt. He appeared to be playing with her pussy with his left hand. Mom didn't say anything else, but she wiggled around in her seat, and panted quietly and unevenly. There was no pretense that this was in the line of duty. It was clear to me that the earlier frisks and searches were done in a way for the cops to enjoy it, but cops are supposed to search suspects. Now this prick was just taking advantage of Mom's predicament to feel her up. My hardon hadn't even gone all the way down from the last search, and it was getting rock hard again as I watched my mom struggle with the big grinning cop molesting her. Still, I was working up the courage to tell him to leave her alone, but we were already pulling into the police station.

We were taken into a waiting area in a back part of the station, and told to sit in plastic chairs. Across from the chairs was a counter, and a Hispanic cop was sitting at the counter. Behind him were various shelves of paper, clocks, radios, and a bank of video monitors. To the left of the counter was a hallway with doors on each side, and a metal door with a wired glass window at the end. 

As soon as Mom and all six of us players sat down, Miller and his partner named Graham, Ester and her partner Warwick, started filling out forms at the counter. Miller said, "OK, Ester search the female in room 103." 

Ester grabbed Mom's arm, and said, "Come on." Mom stood up and was escorted down the hall, and taken into the second door on the right. 

Just as they were turning into the room, Miller looked at the Hispanic desk cop and said, "Escalante, roll video on 103." 

From where most of us were sitting, we could see down the hall. The light was on in room 103, where Mom was, but the door was open. Miller, Graham, and Warwick quietly congregated in the hall just outside room 103. The greasy Rapp and his partner Crabbe showed up and milled around. Two guys named Coleman and Sikowski were hanging around, too.

Paul whispered something to Rick, and nodded to the bank of video monitors that Escalante was now watching. Paul leaned over to me, and said, "They've got your mom on camera." I looked at the monitors, and sure enough, I could see Mom standing in room 103 facing the monitor, and the back of Ester's head. Escalante turned up the volume, and I could hear Ester talking to Mom. Mom's cuffs were off, and she took off her shoes and socks for Ester to inspect. 

"Take off your shirt," I heard Ester say. 

"You already did this," Mom said. 

"We have to do it at the station before we can move you to a holding cell," said Ester.

I watched my TV mom reluctantly cross her arms, grab the bottom of her shirt, and pull it up. 

"Hey," I said to Escalante. "What are you doing, watching her get searched on TV?" 

Escalante casually looked at me, shrugged, and said, "We always videotape strip searches. Department policy. A lot of cities do it."

"Does she know that?" Asked Mike. 

"I doubt it," said Escalante. "The camera's in the next room, on the other side of the two-way mirror. But the microphone is in the room with her." The third pair of cops, Rapp and Coleman, had entered the area. They immediately went down the hall. Graham, Rapp, and Warwick moved into the dark room next to room 103. I presumed that this was where the camera and the two-way mirror were, and that they could see Mom through it. Miller and Coleman just brazenly stood in the hall, watching my mom undressing. 

My teammates and I all looked at each other, and then back to the video monitor. Mom was standing in her bra. Ester's back moved in and out of the picture. "Take off your bra," she ordered. Mom reached behind and arched her back, and unhooked her bra. She dropped her shoulder straps, and pulled the bra off her chest. Her big tits fell out of their cups and made their TV appearance, and for the first time ever I saw Mom completely topless. Her tits were white on the camera, but her areolas were real dark. They were really wide, but somehow they looked really sexy on Mom's large jugs. Her tits didn't sit up high like the chicks in movies or porn pictures, but hung down slightly, sloping away from her body. I was really glad I was getting to see them, even in this situation. 

Jesse and Paul moaned. Jesse looked at me, and said, "Sorry, Randy, but this is getting me hard. She's just too hot!"

Crabbe, the greasy guy's partner, had stepped back into the waiting area, and was smoking a cigarette while watching the monitor. He chuckled when he heard Jesse say that. 

Ester inspected Mom's bra, then dropped it. "Your skirt." Mom unzipped her skirt and tugged it down. As she leaned over to step out of it, her big tits hung down and swayed. 

She stood up to reveal the front of her panties. In her underwear drawer at home, Mom mostly kept big white cotton panties, but she had a couple of casual cotton pastel colors, including this one pink cotton pair. They were too large to be considered sexy lingerie, but they were pulled tight over her pussy. Her stomach had a little bulge to it, but she didn't look bad for a 40ish lady. 

"Panties," Ester said. Mom hooked her thumbs into her panties, and pulled them down her legs. At first I watched her hanging tits again, but then focused on the big wide triangle of brown pubic hair that covered her pussy. 

"Lotta hair," Dylan said. 

"I like that," said Jesse. 

"So do I," said the smoking Crabbe. 

"Now do jumping jacks until I tell you to stop," ordered Ester.

Mom gave Ester a real confused look, and Ester repeated the order louder. Mom started jumping up and down doing jumping jacks, spreading her legs and raising her arms on alternate jumps. 

"Why does she have to do that?" asked Paul.

Escalante answered, "If she's hiding contraband in her body cavities, they'll slide down."

Rick and Jesse laughed and groaned while watching Mom's tits flop around. When Mom was coming down, her tits were just going up, almost to her chin, and when Mom jumped up, they came crashing down almost to her navel. When Ester told her to jump higher, they took off in opposite directions from each other, flopping side to side, banging into each other, swinging in circles. 

Crabbe was watching the six of us with an amused look. Nobody had taken our names, so none of the cops were aware that she was my mom. "You boys like her, huh? Want a copy of the video?"

"Sure," said Jesse, Paul, and Rick simultaneously. 

"Hey, Escalante," said Crabbe. "Make six copies of this one." Escalante just nodded his head like it was a normal request. "I'll give 'em to ya later, as soon as you guys tell us who the pot belongs to," said Crabbe. I knew there was a catch, but I still couldn't believe that he was offering a nude video of my mom. 

"Turn around," ordered Ester. Mom turned her back to the camera and showed us her bare ass. "Hands on the table." Mom was standing in front of a wooden table, and leaned over and put her hands on it. "Spread your legs." Mom spread her legs wide, like she had at the park, and leaned way over, her knees straight, her butt sticking up in the air. I enjoyed the nice view of her long butt crack. I could see the dark forest of pussy hair between her legs. 

I looked around. With the two cops in the hall, two in the adjoining room, two out here, and six teens, there were twelve males watching my mom naked. I had this strange feeling of pride. I was glad she was getting this attention. I love my mom, I'm not aware of any serious issues I have with her, but I had to admit I was aroused by her humiliation. I know my modest Mom well enough to know that just having to strip in front of the female cop alone would mortify her. Even if she hadn't figured out the two-way mirror, she could certainly see and hear the cops in the hall watching her.

Ester was running her fingers through Mom's hair again. Then she ran her hands under mom's tits, and jiggled and lifted them. She ran her hands all up and down her body. Then she stopped, and slipped on the ol' latex surgical glove. She squeezed some lubrication from a tube onto her glove, and then spread Mom's ass cheeks. She worked one finger up into her anus. Mom whimpered audibly. As Ester slid her middle finger in deeper, and wiggled it around in wide circles, Mom grunted several times. Ester did this way longer than I thought she needed to. 

Ester withdrew her digit from Mom's ass, and got on her knees behind Mom. She visually inspected her pussy from less than a foot away. She spread her pussy lips open, giving the camera a good, well-lit view of her pinkness. Ester slid her middle finger into the pussy canal, and Mom let out a little whimper. The blonde cop worked several fingers up into Mom, and wiggled them around, as Mom arched her back and moaned. Then I remembered what happened last time Ester touched her pussy. So did Ester. "Are you going to have another one?"

From the hallway, Miller quietly said, "Careful what you say, Ester," referring to the video I'm sure. 

Ester brought her other hand up and rubbed the front of Mom's pussy rapidly. Mom started writhing and shivering, her whimpering and moaning getting louder, and gyrated her ass wildly while the uniformed blonde played with her. "Ahhh, Uuhhh, Ohhh!" She shivered and shook, then laid her head on the table.

Ester laughed. "You did have another orgasm, you horny bitch!"

CHAPTER 5 - JAIL CELL ASSAULT

Ester gave Mom back her bra and panties, and we watched Mom put them on. "Alright, I'm done with her. You can put her in holding now." 

"Can I have the rest of my clothes?" Asked Mom.

"No."

"Why not?" asked Mom.

"Those were my orders."

I watched Mom's ass cheeks jiggle in her panties when Coleman took Mom by the arm down the hall, and into a room on the left. 




Mom Gets Strip Searched



"OK, lets get these teens booked," ordered Miller.

I was taken next into room 103. They made me strip as Graham looked on and inspected my clothes. But they didn't bother doing a cavity search or jumping jacks, and quickly gave me back all of my clothes, except my jock and cup. They took me down to the room on the left. They fingerprinted me while Mom finished getting her mug shot taken. The cops were bitching about "cheap taxpayers" and not having enough money for inkless fingerprinting. They put a blanket on Mom so you couldn't see that she was in her underwear in the photo. Coleman waited for me to get my mug shots, then escorted me along with Mom through the locked door at the end of the hall. I couldn't help but stare at Mom close-up in her bra and panties. She didn't let me see her like that at home. 

Through the door was a room with four jail cells. There was one on the side of the room with the door, and there were three on the opposite wall. The middle of the three cells had a black woman in it. In the cell on the left side were a white man and a Hispanic, and two white and one black man in the right cell. As soon as the five male prisoners saw Mom in her bra and panties, they started whistling and making crude remarks and calling to her. Coleman did nothing to shut them up. 

Coleman opened the center cell, and put Mom in the cell with the black woman. Then he opened the opposite cell, which was bigger but currently empty, and put me in it. 

I sat on a cot and watched and listened as Mom stood in the middle of her cell in her underwear. The only thing that separated the three cells were typical jail bars, not solid walls. There were cots on either side of the narrow cell. The black woman sat on the left cot. Mom gingerly sat on the edge of the right cot. 

The five men came up to the bars of Mom's cell and leered at her, and talked to her. "Hey sweetie, show us what's in that bra." "Mama, are you a working girl?" "Cm'ere, let me have a little feel." 

Two more of my teammates were brought in and placed in my cell, then two more, then the last one. We all looked over at Mom in her underwear and heard the men's crude comments. 

The white guy in the left cell pulled out his cock, and said, "Come on over and suck on this for me." "Show us your tits," requested the black dude in the right cell. Mom hung her head down silently weeping. The black dude reached through the bars and tried to grab Mom's arm. Mom jerked away, and stood up. 

"Hey Latisha," called the black dude to the black woman. "Push that white woman over here, and I'll give you twenty dollars when we get out." 

Latisha looked over at the black dude, and then pushed Mom over the cot and against the bars. The black dude and the two dirty old white guys with him grabbed her arms through the bars, and held her back against the bars. Mom screamed as the black guy reached around her with his free hand, and yanked up on Mom's bra. Both tits fell out the bottom of her bra and were bobbling rapidly. My teammates and I watched as two men forcefully grabbed her tits and groped them. 

"Hey!" I yelled. "Leave her alone!" Dylan also yelled at the men, but they ignored us. I thought the commotion would bring a cop, but no one came. 

Mom managed to get her left arm loose, but as she tried to free her right arm, they grabbed her left one again, and now they were holding her with her chest held tightly against the bars. Mom's tits were now hanging over a horizontal bar, with one vertical bar between her tits. Mom's body was in one cell, while her nipples and most of her tits were in another cell. All three men roughly squeezed and kneaded them. 

"Help! Help me!" Mom cried. A white dude tried to kiss Mom through the bars. Mom turned away, but then the black dude got his hand down to her crotch, and got a handful of her pussy. He yanked her panties hard, and I heard a seam rip. Her ripped panties slid down her legs. The black dude's dark hand palmed Mom's white butt, grabbed hold of a good handful, and shook her cheeks rapidly. 

Once again my teammates and I could do nothing but watch my mom get groped. There was less and less pretense that most of us weren't getting off watching Mom being naked and getting sexually abused. The cops had confiscated our jocks, so none of us had anything on under our thin baseball pants. I took a glance around and saw that every one of us had a big hardon, including me, and we couldn't really cover it. The freedom of no underwear helped to arouse me. Sitting back in a bunk, my dick was perpendicular to my body, causing my baseball pants to stick out six inches. The other five guys had the same appearance. 

I watched the big black hand on Mom's white ass, squeezing her flesh between his fingers. The two white guys groped her tits hard as Mom struggled and cried out. One of the white guys lowered his head and got his mouth on a tit. 

One white guy grabbed her hair and pulled her face to the bars. He forced a kiss on her closed lips. The black dude held her ass in one hand, and cupped her pussy in the other. He worked his middle finger in Mom's pussy, thrusting it deeply in and out.


The white guy that was kissing Mom stood up, pulled his pants down, and held his hard cock up to the bars. "Suck it!' he ordered. Mom resisted, but when she cried out he slid some of his cock between her lips. Mom tried to scream, but her screams were gagged by the cock in her mouth. The white dude thrust his hips in and out, and managed to slide several inches in and out between Mom's lips.

While one white guy fucked Mom's lips, the other white guy pawed at and suckled Mom's nipples, and the black dude penetrated his long dark digit deeply into her pussy.

They continued assaulting her for what seemed like forever, but in reality it was likely just a few minutes, before Coleman finally came in to get Mom, and the three men backed off. Coleman opened her cell door. Mom put her tits back into her bra cups, and pulled her ripped panties up around her bottom. Coleman led my sobbing mother out of the cell, and we watched her holding her ripped panties at the side, back through the metal door. 

END OF PART ONE