Traffic Stop - a Cougar Cops Dream

A fictional story with fictional characters who were 18 or older. It is self-proofed and edited with software, so there will be some mistakes. If it is a punctuation thing, fight with Grammarly. I had only one semester of High School English, and I don't even know what some punctuation marks mean, and frankly, I don't care. If you are more interested in structure than story, go to a story by an author with a lit degree. I do hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it. Comments on my storylines are always appreciated.

Sharon, a female police officer, pulled a motorist over for not maintaining his lane. It was not an obvious sign of impairment, but it was in one of the DWI areas with many Taverns, and deputies assigned to it had been instructed to give it extra attention. It was a weeknight, a slow and boring one, so any stop logged would help keep the supervisors happy. The car she picked to follow had barely gone out of its lane a few times. It could have been various things that were not illegal that caused it. Like just trying to retrieve, or return a soft drink to the cup holder in a dark car. Distractions and some erratic driving even happen for officers. Police cruisers, with all the electronics they have to use and monitor these days, cause them.

Jason, the distracted driver, was feeling so good with the windows down and the night air hitting him. That was because he was naked, and the cool night air was hitting his exposed body. It felt good all over, but the feeling he liked best was how it felt on his hard sensitive penis he was playing with. He loved that his favorite body part was so accessible when he did not have a stitch of clothes on. He loved playing with it, but the part he seemed to love more was the daringness of driving nude.

Driving nude while playing with his little friend, as he sometimes called his penis in his head, brought him joy. It was a habit of his, but he did this mostly at night, as having daytime fun with him was more difficult, especially in traffic. He still did it some in daylight, just less often, and when he did, he usually wore a T-shirt to draw less attention. Jason's little friend was standing tall, and Jason and he were really into each other when the blue lights of a police cruiser took them from a state of sexual euphoria to one of pure panic.

Knowing the area well was a plus, as he thought quickly enough to pull in a dark, empty parking lot he had stopped before to strip or dress in. He was pretty freaked out about getting stopped nude, and his lifelong friend so hard it was resting on the bottom of the steering wheel. He hoped he could find and get at least his shorts on before the cop approached the car. That would be the best way to hide what was likely going to still be a visible hardon.

Jason was a young, fit, and struggling Jr college student, working a full-time job to pay tuition, and forced to take all the night classes available. This left him little time for girls, or even to fulfill his masturbation needs, so that too led him to the public driving while doing it. It was not only daring, but it was a stress reliever. You might think, how difficult could it have been to wait until he got home to play with his friend, and quickly pump out a load in a bathroom?

Well, he does at times, but it is just not the same. There were three baths at his parents' house, all with locks. He was forced to take advantage of those opportunities, and he did at times, more so before he discovered the joys of edging for enhanced orgasms. Edging in a locked room could raise suspicions, and did not produce the same feelings for them as while nude in his car.

The problem was, it was not just getting off that Jason yearned. He had a hard-to-explain desire to strip as much of his clothes as possible, and play where he felt some danger of getting caught. At home, it was easier to do it nude, but the only way to make it daring was to leave doors unlocked, or if he was the only one home, he could do it that way in open places.

Often, he would walk around nude while he did, sometimes even in his backyard at night when he knew his mom was not expected home. She was not his choice of someone he wanted to catch him jerking off, but he didn't always know her schedule. If he didn't, he would stick to doing it in a bath or bedroom. For some danger, he sometimes left the door unlocked. She would not walk in on him in his bedroom without knocking. Their cute little Hispanic house cleaner, who spoke little English, had a key and her schedule he was aware of, but it was her habit to knock on interior doors as well.

He finally did get caught not only nude, but watched while playing with himself one of the few nights his desire was strong, and there was an opportunity. He came home to no one else but the cleaning lady. Why not chance her catching him. She was not beautiful, the description cute fit her better. She did not dress not dress attractively to clean, but once she stopped by to get her check in clothes that showed her shape. She looked so different, and he could not help but look her over. She had a nice round bottom, and nice breasts. That memory made him willing to push his luck as far as her catching him.

He did not expect what happens in a porno clip, a maid or horny step-sister or even step-mom willing to get involved, he just wanted to be caught and seen. She was not that much older than himself, and he thought Camila would not make a big deal out of it and risk her job. He just had to find out how it felt to get caught not just au-natural, but while playing with himself by a woman. He knew Camila usually did the upstairs last, so he got naked in his room and got busy on his bed.

With his door unlocked, he expected her to knock to make sure no one was in the room. He planned to ignore her knock and hope she came in far enough to get a good view. He even considered jumping up cock in hand to display his nude body to make sure she could see all of him, and what he was doing. He had time to consider options, as he was so horny he had to edge for a long time, but that was his habit anyway. Most guys want to just enjoy the feeling of stroking themselves for a while, and then enjoy the added payoff of a more intense orgasm. When he finally got his knock to ignore, he hoped she would at least pause in shock before running off. So he stayed on the bed and was watching the door in his large dresser mirror in hopeful anticipation.

He was nude and going at it when he got an unanticipated surprise. It wasn't the cute little firecracker of a cleaner standing inside his door. It was his dear sweet MILF of a mom that he did not even hear come home. She was just standing inside his door with a shocked look on her face.

He was shocked as well, but he also felt an exhilarating and intoxicating rush go through his body. The kind of feeling that once you process it, you would want to feel again. It was that feeling at that moment that caused him to realize that getting caught was all he imagined it would feel like, and more. The look on his mom's face and her freezing in the doorway told him she could see him just as well as he could see her. His first instinct was to stop, and hers was to leave. Their decisions not to follow their instincts was the same, but for different reasons. For her, it was mostly her curiosity that kept her there. She had not seen her boy's penis in years, and not only was she seeing it, she was seeing it standing tall as he was playing with it.

For Jason, it was a combination of the rush and the fact that his mom was already looking at him that made his decision on how to handle the situation. If he stopped or tried to cover up, he would be acknowledging he was caught, and that would surely end things. Like edging, he felt the longer she was there observing, the better his eventual orgasm would feel, so he let her decide what to do.

His logic was that she would come out of what seemed like a trance to him, then carefully close his door and go away. She didn't, and even though, like her, with him, he had no sexual desires for his mom, the excitement of knowing she was watching him made him decide not to stop until he came. He continued to jerk off and gave her a good show. His headboard was up against the wall of the bath for that room. Her view was at enough of an angle that she could see him from his abdomen to his feet. If she looked in the mirror he was using to see her, she could see all of him from his toes to his head, and that would include his balls and hand work as he played with them.

So he continued, while only moving his eyes to look at her reaction, but he hoped it was not long enough to give away his awareness of her presence. Like any guy his age, he was proud of how erect the large penis he was blessed with was. That pride took over, and he gave his mom the best show he could, hoping it did not look like a show. Being watched likely made it seem longer than it was, but she stayed with her decision, so he did not hurry to finish.

When he did go off, and shot cum up in the air, the orgasm he experienced as his mother watched was the best he ever felt. She was a little pink from watching the whole thing, she did not intend to, but it was like a train wreck you can't look away from. It did not make her feelings for him change; she did not want him sexually. But this was a thrill for her, why wouldn't seeing how her son masturbated be? He probably would have taken in some of his mom's play if the tables were turned.

Unlike a train wreck, this was a good experience in more ways than one, and for both of them. For his mom, she knew the boy she raised was now a man, and it was a once-in-a-lifetime chance to see him aroused and taking advantage of that arousal. Mom's are curious about their son's penis size, but not like they are in erotic stories. Most authors would like you to think they are typically for sexual reasons, and include some type of incest between them.

She did realize that because of his size, he was going to be popular with most women, even older women like her, who would like to try a hung younger man. Her interest in its size helped keep her there. She was at a distance, but she confirmed that his was large by the way his whole hand, one that was much larger than his dad's, covered only about half of his shaft. His big knob as it would pop out on every stroke had her mesmerized. How could she not stick it out long enough to see his cumshot. She did, but was smart enough that she left during that orgasm to head for her shower. His mom was at an age where married women have a bigger sex drive than their husbands. But she did not use him for inspiration, just his cock. She imagined it was with on one of the cute young men she worked with.

Of course, neither one of them intended to ever mention that it happened. It was, however, not long after that she decided that she would like to be on the other end of a scene like that. Not the masturbation part, but the thrill of being seen part. So she was a little less careful around the house.

She ended up so worked up from it, and her play in the shower. It did make her wonder if any of the platonic male friends she has been drawn to at work had any interest in her. She used thinking about fucking one of them for her masturbation sessions, still did, but now they had bigger cocks. She had opportunities to cheat with her son gone a lot, and her husband traveling for work as well. So far, she had just used that time to masturbate, and once she saw her son, she wanted to know what it would be like to be seen.

She did not do things out of the house like he did, but loved to walk around nude a while before getting out her toys and settling down somewhere new. She sometimes let there be a gap in the curtains, so she could imagine some young man outside was watching her.

The thrill part of that episode for Jason just made him want to try to experience that rush he felt when caught and watched again. But he had that been there, done that feeling, and preferred it was not his mom again.

Let's get back to Jason and his experience of getting stopped by the police while nude and aroused. He was not crazy about the chance of being caught by an authority figure again, but he wanted that feeling he got when he did it again. A cop walking up on him probably would do that, but now that it was about to happen he was in a panic. This night was different from other ones, the ones he got away with while driving nude. It was a late class he was coming from, and at that time of year, it was already dark when he left.

The biggest difference that night was that he had just come from a class were the MILF professor that taught it was one hot number. He suffered through the class as she seemed to be playing a game with him and a couple of other male students. She liked to sit on the front of her desk with a short skirt; she also had lots of cleavage showing, and she was a tease.

So he left that class with an extreme hardon, and as he walked to his car in the back half of the lot, he decided to take care of it right away. He was in a dark enough spot to strip before getting in the car. Once he was nude, and realized it was an opportunity to step things up. So for an extra thrill, he could not help but start jerking right there in the lot.

Like any addiction, you always need to escalate it to try for a better reward. He felt good doing it in the open, in the cool night air, and nothing to obstruct the view if someone came by. But he was forced to rethink his decision when someone's headlights hit him as they pulled into a spot in the active part of the lot. He did not quit jerking, but while he did, he got in the car to continue his drive home. He knew from experience that if traffic was too heavy, he could dress in a lot of dark places he could dress before he arrived at his allotment. Traffic was unusually light, so he was not going to miss out on the extra thrill of doing it nude, driving through town.

Jason and his little friend were enjoying themselves, and his friend was rock hard when Jason saw the blue lights of a police car come on. He was just starting to enjoy himself when she picked him out for a traffic stop. Her excuse was that he appeared a little erratic with his driving. Well, of course, he was; his one-handed jerking added to the distracted driving. His little friend was not worried like he was; it was still showing the joy it felt by standing tall, with a little precum on top of its head.

He realized that since his shirt and shorts fell off the passenger's seat when he took a corner too fast, even if he could reach them, there would be no time to put them on. But he did manage to reach his shorts, but it was too late, and nearly impossible to put them on while driving, so he had to use them as just a cover. He hoped that the shock would cause him to lose at least some of his erection before the female officer he spotted in his mirror approached the car. The problem was, like when he got caught by his mom, the excitement was magnified by the even more serious situation he was now in, and it kept him hard. He had never had more than just a close call like this in public. He was about to find out that there was little chance of him losing his hardon during it. It was going to take at least some type of conclusion, even if it was being arrested.

Sharon, the female cop, stayed back, and with his windows down, she only got close enough to tell him he was stopped to find the cause of his erratic driving, then she gave the routine order. That was the one for the driver to show his hands first, then put them on the window opening in sight. Then was to order the driver to open the door with the outside handle, and get out with his hands up and showing. This was to be sure the driver was not armed, and to not give them time to hide drugs or an open container. It was a male's voice that told her that he could not get out, but that he would hold his hands in her sight as he explained why. So she went ahead and approached.

He was experiencing a level of fear he had never felt before. This was for two reasons: one was embarrassment, the other was that it was a female's voice; he did not want to be charged with indecent exposure. She then got close enough to use her flashlight to see that he looked like an everyday teen, in fact, a handsome one, so she got even closer. She used her flashlight, and it did not look like there were any open containers, and she could see books on the other seat. His lack of a shirt was not that uncommon on someone that age; they lived close enough to the ocean that a lot of surfers traveled that way, day or night. She liked checking out their fitness. It was only the rare older guys with beer bellies that she hated seeing.

"Just stay that way until I check from the other side, and then we will talk."

So she went to the passenger side to complete her viewing of the contents of the car, which included the driver in this case. Sharon could see the books were textbooks, and a folder with the local college's emblem on it. She had no reason not to believe that he was just a good-looking young college student.

When she shined her flashlight on the floor in front of it, then on his seat, she saw something she found surprising, yet appealing to her. With his hands still on his window, she could see some bare ass, and the tent in the cloth he was trying to cover his erection with was not doing the job. That was when she realized he was nude, other than what was covering his manhood. It did not cover it well, as the tent in the material utilized most of the material, lifting the sides to expose more skin. She studied it for a moment, and realized this was a not the young hot male with an erect cock like ones she had seen before. This one was nude and not hiding the fact that he was successful. So she told him again why he was stopped, this time questioning him on his lack of dress, and surprised herself with her courage to address his arousal, and if it had any connection to his erratic driving.

He had no choice but to confess to being naked. Just going as far as saying that he likes driving that way at night sometimes, and that he is not exposed to the public. He claimed it was the cool night air he liked to feel on his body, especially down where it is not usually subject to it. He said that is why just the air causes him to become aroused. Jason stopped short of telling her about his actions that helped.

The thought of what the hard penis must look like to cause that big of a tent nearly overwhelmed her. She had to look away to try to regain her composure. Sharon was divorced and not dating. She had no trust in men her age and had not had any relationships or dates since she ended her marriage. She instead bought all the toys she could, and was doing a lot of masturbating. Like Jason, Sharon was making do with that type of sex, but she was tired of the porn that was available for inspiration. She had not seen, nor have an opportunity to see any erect penises since before her breakup, even then they were not on fit young men. In her mind, she was already imagining what the one holding up the shorts on this handsome young man might look, and even how it might feel like inside her vagina, or even just in her mouth.

He did not want to get out without putting his shorts on. So he pleaded with her to let him put his shorts on and not to arrest him for indecent exposure, as he would lose the job he needed to stay in college.

She said to him, "So you are telling me that just riding around nude with the air hitting your penis was the only thing that caused that erection that I am looking at?"

He was searching for words other than "I was Jerking Off." Should he try to be funny? Would humor help in this situation? Like, "I was just jiggling the gearshift?"