Cop Tease 01 Roadside Service

Cop Tease 1 - Roadside Service

Blue lights flashed in the rear view mirror as I sat in my car, my bladder deciding whether or not to betray me.

No no no no... This couldn't be happening.

The cop had followed me for a few minutes before putting on his lights. Turning down a dark lane between some industrial units, I had expected him to drive on.

When he followed my turn, my heart dropped.

Fuuuuuuuck!

My fingers rapped on the steering wheel as I considered my options.

If he searched the car, I was screwed. I had about 30 pounds of weed in the trunk, enough to land me in prison for most of my 20s.

Please, please God no.

The thought alone of jail time was enough to make me feel sick.

A tall policeman approached the driver's side. He didn't appear to have a partner in his car. I waited as he took out his flashlight and pointed it at my face.

"Window," he yelled.

I lowered the window and tried to look up at the officer, though struggled under the glare of his light.

"Evening officer," I said as calmly as I could. If it was a traffic stop, I reasoned he likely wouldn't search the vehicle.

"My name is Officer Ridley. Go ahead and turn off the ignition for me." I did as he ordered. "Now, keep both hands on the steering wheel... That's it... You know why I stopped you?" he asked, his torchlight flicking to the backseat of the car momentarily. Luckily there was nothing of interest on display.

"Uh, no.

Pretty

sure I was under the speed limit," I responded evenly. I knew full well I hadn't broken any traffic laws. Having a healthy paranoia, I always drove inconspicuously when picking up product.

"License and registration."

"Sure thing."

As he looked at my driver's license, I saw his face for the first time. He was surprisingly young, probably 5 years older than me.

"Mr. Lambert, I'm gonna need you to step out of the car for me."

Oh shit.

"Can I ask why?" My mouth was dry.

It was only then that I noticed the policeman's hand hovering close to his holster.

"Sure. We got a report of a blue sedan leaving a known drug dealer's residence over on Franklin."

FUUUUUUUCK!!!

"Well, I'm just on my way home from my girlfriend's house, officer," I said weakly.

"Hmm." A ghost of a smile crossed Officer Ridley's face. His nostrils flared as he inhaled. "Is that weed I smell?"

We both knew he was lying, but I suspect we both also knew he had me by the balls.

"Out of the car, please." His tone was steady. It wasn't a question.

Thinking desperately for any excuse to delay the inevitable, slowly undid my seat belt.

I heard the soft click of his holster strap.

It appeared I was shit out of luck.

"Ok, no probs." My hands were clammy as I opened the door and stepped out. He ordered me against the rear of the car and put me in handcuffs before telling me he was going to search my vehicle. Before doing so he sat me in the backseat of his cruiser as my mind raced in a dozen directions.

This isn't happening. This can't be happening.

But it was. And I had no fucking idea what to do.

It was as close to a nightmare as I could imagine.

I watched in silent horror as he patiently searched my car, his hands exploring all of the usual hiding places that a criminal might make use of, searching for hidden compartments and under car seats. When he popped the trunk, a coldness spread across my skin. He opened the black backpack inside and I could swear I saw him chuckle.

Motherfucker.

I realized then that I still had my phone in my pocket. With some difficulty, I managed to fish it out, and drop it beside me on the backseat.

Now what?

Jesus... who the fuck could I even call?

My friends couldn't help me with this. And I didn't know any lawyers. There was no way in hell I was calling Nate...

There was only one call that

might

actually help me, but I dreaded it more than anything.

My parents were going to fucking

freak

when they found out what I had been up to.

Still...

... there was no one else.

I unlocked the phone and with some difficulty, I dialed my Mom.

"Hi honey!" my Mom said cheerfully.

I gulped.

"Hi Mom," I replied, dread feeling like a lead weight in my stomach.

"I thought you'd be out with your friends on a Friday night. Everything ok?" she asked.

Fuck. Here goes nothing.

"Uhhhhhhh... not really."

"Oh?" Instantly I could hear concern in her voice. "What's going on?"

"Mom... you are going to kill me..."

I spoke rapidly, telling her about how I had started selling weed in high school, that I had never had a summer job, how I had been able to afford all of the designer clothes I wore, my new car, and the expensive gifts I bought for friends and family.

When I finally told her I had been pulled over with drugs in the trunk, and was in the back of a cop car, I knew she was completely disgusted by my actions.

There was silence for some time. A minor eternity.

"I... I can't fucking

believe

you did this, Mason," she said in a low tone. I could only imagine the disappointment she must have felt. I could picture her shaking her head softly, tears forming in her eyes. "Your father is going to lose his goddamn mind...

Jesus Christ!

How could you be so fucking

stupid!?!"

In my shame, I couldn't respond.

My Mom sighed heavily.

"Where are you now?" she asked finally.

______

Officer Ridley sat behind the steering wheel, tossing my backpack onto the seat beside him.

"Well, well... you got a couple of options here, Mr. Lambert. To start, I'd recommend not lying to me."

I didn't speak. The only way this situation could get worse was if I opened my mouth about Nate. Going to prison was one thing, but being labeled a rat would be way worse.

"Pretty sure I know where you picked this up. You work with us, maybe you don't go to jail tonight. Maybe you don't go to big-boy prison." I could see the barely concealed grin on one side of his mouth as he spoke. He was enjoying this a little more than he should. My throat felt tight as I imagined going to jail, or worse, to prison.

Again I didn't reply.

"Nothing, huh? Well, I guess suit yourself, tough guy. You'll be wishing you'd played ball in a couple of months. Right now, you are under arrest for possession with intent to distribute a Schedule III controlled substance. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you can't afford one, one will be provided for you. Do you understand these rights as they have been read to you?"

My throat was burning.

"... Yeah."

Just then, a pair of headlights appeared behind us, my Mom's blue Tesla swinging into the alleyway.

"And who the fuck is that?" Officer Ridley asked coldly. "Friend of yours?" He unclipped his gun, and drew it from his holster. He stepped out of his car, and took cover behind the door, raising his gun to the oncoming driver.

"WAIT, WAIT, WAIT! That's my Mom, dude!" I yelled in a panic.

The policeman didn't respond at all, his gun level and steady. "STEP OUT OF THE VEHICLE!"

My Mom wearing a baggy white hoodie and jeans stepped out of the Tesla, her arms raised over her head.

"Whoa Officer, that's my son in there!" she yelled back. "I just want to make sure he's ok."

Ridley turned to me and in a quiet tone said "You called your

Mom

, dude?" His laughter made me dislike him even more. He lowered his gun and turned back to my mother. "Ma'am, your son has been arrested. I will be bringing him to Bartlett for processing, you can follow me there."

My Mom took a tentative step forward, lacing her fingers together as she pleaded for a modicum of grace. "I'm Rina, Rina Lambert. Please Officer, can I just see him? Just for a second."

"Mrs. Lambert, this is an active crime scene. If you interfere, I

guarantee

you will be arrested too."

"Ok, ok. Can you please just tell me what's going on?" My Mom was stalling for time.

Ridley holstered his pistol and walked towards my mother. Looking out through the back window of the squad car, I watched as she walked back to her vehicle and the two spoke. I couldn't hear what they were saying.

My Mom was a quiet, pleasant 42 year old Japanese woman. Her family had moved to the US when she was a teen. My parents met in college, and they had me soon after graduation. She was still a beauty at her age, and from my teens onward I noticed (to my displeasure) a lot of lecherous glances towards her wherever we went. Her clear skin, warm smile, silky black hair, and sensually curved body simply commanded attention... and not just from men.

From her body language, I could tell my Mom was doing her best to charm Officer Ridley, but it didn't seem to be working. Her head was tilted to the side as she spoke, she smiled at him, and one hand rested lightly on her hip. Though they seemed to share a joke or two, he kept shaking his head when she asked questions.

Thanks for the effort Mom, I thought.

It seemed like I needed a miracle.

Ridley turned back towards his car. I looked at my Mom and our eyes met. I saw desperation there... undoubtedly mirroring mine.

She bit her bottom lip.

As I watched, my Mom pulled her hoodie over her head. She was wearing a simple black vest underneath, one which showed off her large breasts.

"Umm, Officer Ridley?" she called out.

He turned, half prepared to berate her, but paused when he saw her standing there with ample cleavage now showing.

"Just one more thing..."

He slowly returned to my Mom's car. I watched as they chatted, my Mom smiling at him, flashing her pearly white teeth, her eyes wide and inviting. Leaning against her door, it appeared Ridley's interest was piqued.

What the fuck was going on? Was she flirting with him to get me off?

I mean, I guess I didn't mind as long as it worked. But still, I'd never seen that side of her before, and I

certainly

didn't like seeing it with a man who wasn't my Dad!

She opened the driver's door, swung her legs out the door, and sat sideways in the Tesla. Ridley rested one arm over the window as he leaned down to speak with her.

His eyes turned to me then, a ghost of a smile on his face. His expression made me uneasy. He looked past me, scanning the alleyway on both sides, before turning back to my Mom.

Whatever my Mom had said to him appeared to be agreeable. He nodded at her once, and I watched in morbid fascination as she slowly lifted her vest over her head. A white bra came into view. She unclipped that too. Shaking it off, I watched as the side of my Mom's tits bounced into view.

Holy fucking shit!

What the fuck!?!?

Ridley was practically licking his lips as he looked at my Mom's big DDs, exposed for his pleasure. He leaned in closer. I expected her to pull away when his hands reached out to grab her breasts... but she didn't.

In fact... she seemed to respond positively to his touch as he squeezed her tits, and played with her nipples. Her eyes closed slowly, and her mouth was open as she sighed.

She's acting, I reasoned. She's trying to help

me,

she doesn't give a shit about this guy!

Still... I couldn't believe my prudish Japanese mother was allowing a strange man to fondle her in public... I didn't know how to feel about it. I was relieved, knowing that I might actually avoid going to jail... but I was deeply angry too.

The heat spreading down the length of my shaft only confused the matter further.

To my chagrin, I realized I was getting hard watching my Mom being groped. My cheeks burned with shame.

Ridley leaned down to suck one of my Mom's nipples into his mouth. She leaned back for him. It was obscene, a policeman suckling on a woman's tit as she sat in her car in a dark alleyway.

Not just any woman... my own mother.

My cock felt like iron, and I began to feel light-headed, almost as if I was dreaming.

After a few seconds, Ridley let go of my Mom's nipple, and stood back. Once more cautiously scanning the environment, again he apparently felt that the coast was clear.

When his hand moved to his belt, and I saw him open it, I began to yell in protest.

But neither could hear me.

My mouth went dry and my eyes wide as I watched him pull out a massive, veiny cock, rock hard and pointed at my Mom's mouth expectantly.

As if sensing my thoughts, my mother looked towards the cop car I was detained in, and our eyes met once more. This time I saw shame and fear in her gaze.

Not fear that she would be forced to do something she didn't want to.

Fear that I would not be able to look at her the same way after she did what she was about to.

My eyes begged her not to proceed any further.

Almost imperceptibly she shook her head, and breaking eye contact, she turned back to face the massive white tool hovering near her mouth. Ridley took a step closer, turning his back from the street behind and providing cover from any potential witnesses, while bringing his dick closer to my Mom's mouth.

Time slowed as my mother leaned forward and softly licked the head of his cock. I saw him shudder, my own dick betraying me as it stiffened to its full length.

A burning tear rolled down my cheek.

Mom...

... even though you're trying to help me...

... even though it's my fault you're here...

... how

could

you?

Officer Ridley started to push in and out of my Mom's willing mouth. I saw her suck on the fat head of his cock while she pumped the shaft with her slender fingers, her tits jiggling as she did so. Her other hand cradled his balls.

The policeman stood to his full height as my Mom serviced him with her mouth. He looked like he was in a dream as her tongue explored his sensitive cock. I idly wondered how bad he wanted to fuck her.

What would I do if he tried to?

What

could

I do?

She leaned closer and began to lick and suck on his balls, her hand pumping his pole straight up. She teased the head of his cock with her lips, kissing it and swirling her tongue around it. Ridley's mouth fell open as he groaned in pleasure. It seemed like my Mom was an oral expert.

Then... without any instruction... my Mom began to deepthroat him.

Seeing my mother taking 6, 7, 8 inches of meat in her mouth at once was too much for me. For some reason, her plump lips stretched around a white man's cock was the hottest thing I had ever seen. It was like a million porn scenes, but now my Mom was the star.

And she was

talented

.

Overwhelmed by what I was seeing, I had to look away for a few moments.

My dick was pulsing.

I couldn't catch a single thought. My mind was a whirl.

Out of the jumble of voices in my head, one question seemed to resurface, over and over again.

... Why was this turning me on so much?

I had always known my Mom was hot... but I had never imagined she could or would do something like

this

... even for me. My arousal was so intense that I knew my cock was already leaking precum.

My gaze returned to the sordid scene, and I was just in time to watch as Ridley took a step back as his hand lowered to wrap around his cock. Almost as if they had pre-arranged it, my Mom put both hands under her breasts, lifting them, offering them to Ridley's fast approaching orgasm.

He stroked his 9 inch dick towards my Mom's big tits for a few seconds before his knees went weak and I saw thick creamy ropes spray all over my mother's bare skin. It dribbled between her breasts and onto her hands. It looked like one stray powerful shot even hit her across the cheek.

Again and again he fired his seed on my sweet Mom's chest, practically coating her with his jizz.

To my eternal shame, without so much as a feather caressing my cock, I came right there.

The sight of what I had just witnessed was too much for me to bear, and my body tensed as I shot my own hot load into my boxer shorts.

Moments later, I lifted my head once more to see a smiling Ridley patiently putting his dick away before nodding politely to my Mom, and returning to his car. Without a word, he whistled to himself as he opened my car door, undid my handcuffs, and stood aside as I climbed out of the backseat.

I couldn't look him in the eye.

He had just been blown by my Mom in front of me.

There wasn't anything to say.

When he got back to the driver's side of his car, I realized with a humiliating jolt that he still had my bag of weed.

"Officer, can I uh... get my bag back?" I asked tentatively, my eyes downcast.

He shook his head with disgust.

"After what your Mom just did for you,

that's

what you're worried about!?!... No fucking way, you little shit! I see you again, I'm searching you again. Be thankful your Mom got you off with a warning."

His eyes dropped to my crotch and he saw the wet spot there as cum soaked through my jeans.

Shaking his head, he chuckled to himself. "I guess she got us both off."

______

When I arrived home, my Mom's car was already in the driveway. She hadn't stopped to talk to me after I was let go.

Thankfully, my Father's car was nowhere to be seen.

My thoughts were tortured as I trudged up our driveway to my family home.

What was I going to say to my Mom? Would she tell my Dad that I had been caught, or would that stay between us? Even if she didn't, what was I going to do about the shitload of money I owed Nate for the weed?

I was about to put my key in the front door when my mother opened it. She had already changed into a loose cotton shirt and shorts.

Instantly I could see the anger in her eyes, and I could also sense the guilt she felt for having betrayed my Dad.

She didn't bother to say hello.

"Your father will be home soon so we don't have time to talk about... what happened. I want you to go upstairs right now and stay there for the night. When he goes to work, you and me are going to have a very fucking frank conversation. Do you understand?"

I could do nothing but nod.

"

Do you understand!?!

" she repeated, her eyes blazing.

"Yeah..."

Pausing as I walked past her, my eyes avoided hers.

"Uh, Mom?"

"What is it?" she said sharply.

"You have uh... some... " I cleared my throat. "... in your hair."

"Oh," she replied quietly, before turning away from me.

______

Ten minutes later, I lay on my bed listening to my Mom's shower humming next door. Stripping off, I cleaned my still sticky cock with tissue. As I did so, my Mom under the hot spray of the shower sprang to my mind unbidden, her hand soaping up her tits.

When she touched her clit, would she be disgusted by her own actions? Would she try and push the memory from her mind?

Or... could she even

slightly

be turned on by what she had done?

The thought was a disturbing one. I didn't want to think about my Mom wanting to suck some other man's cock...

... but my dick seemed to

love

the idea.

As my hand slowly wrapped around my thickening shaft, I closed my eyes and remembered the moment she had undone her bra.

Oh God...

It was my fault the whole thing had happened.

But if I was 100% honest... at that moment... I didn't regret it. All I felt was a deep burning desire to see her do it again.

I felt a thrill of forbidden pleasure at the mere thought of it.

The thought of her doing it again... or... maybe even... doing more.

In my mind, I saw Ridley take my Mom to the backseat of her car, spread her legs wide, and climb on top of her to fuck. As he sucked her tits and piped her hard, she would moan for him, dragging her nails down his back as she temporarily forgot her husband's and son's names. His lips touched hers, her tongue instantly snaking out to meet his.