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.
