Dispute my mother in laws high status in life, as a public servant or in private business.
The law is the law. And because of her minor for most part, scrapes with the law.
She has to report down to the county jail for a monthly meeting with her parole officer
Sgt. Dan Taylor.
These meetings are usually quite casual for the most part.
“ How are you doing? “
“ Are you working steady? “
“ Are you staying out of trouble? “
“ Are you attending your AA meetings? “
These are the questions that are always asked.
The rest of the meeting revolves around kids, grand kids, or they’ll swap recipes or talk about whatever fundraiser is going on at the First Baptist Church.
All non important stuff. They no mom ain’t no threat to nobody.
Mom doesn’t mind going down to the jail, she knows everyone there as far as the deputies and staff.
And when she drives up she likes to park so she can watch the inmates as they work out in the exercise yard.
Some are playing basketball, others are on the ground doing push ups, sit ups. Others are walking or running laps around the perimeter of the fenced in yard.
Mom though likes the ones doing pull ups on the pull up bars.
She finds herself aroused watching a dark skinned black man pulling himself up. The sweat on his skin glistened in the sunlight.
She lifts her dress and masturbates right there in the parking lot.
When she gets off her panties are sopping wet.
“ Oh that felt so good! “
She said before lighting a cigarette, which she puffed on along her walk to the entrance.
She stopped suddenly and returned to the car to put her fully loaded 38 snub nose revolver away into the glove compartment. Then she pulled the flask of Ever Clear that she carried in her purse and slid it under the front seat of her car.
As she gets closer she sees many of the men hanging against the inside of the fence all whistling and hollering at her.
Not all women appreciate this type of attention but mom thrives on it.
One guy even pulls his dick out in front of her, before he’s interrupted.
“ Hey!…You’re going back in the hole, if you don’t get your dick back in your pants! “
A guard yells out at him.
From a distance mom smiles and gave him the thumbs up sign, which let him know it’s worth it to flash your cock at a woman once in a while.
“ Oh what could it be like? “
Mom wonders being in the presence of men that were locked up from women and possibly sex starved for days, months weeks or years.
Despite whatever offense there locked up for. What would the sex be like?
She walks on inside and at the counter Deputy Even Thomas greets her with a smile.
“ Mrs. Jones you hear to see Sgt. Taylor? “
“ Yes sir. “
“ Come right this way. “
He said coming from around the counter unlocking a door, allowing her to come in.
Moms led into his office and allowed to wait alone.
Minutes later Sgt. Taylor comes walking in, with his big Glock 9mm hanging from his shoulder holster, he’s in plain clothes today dressed in a white dress shirt and gray slacks.
“ Mrs. Jones we’re gonna do something a little different today.
Out of the pool of parolees You’ve been randomly selected to take part in a lineup. “
Mom’s heart skips a beat as her excitement builds.
“ That sounds exciting? “
Mom asks him with a hint of excitement in her voice.
“ It’s really nothing we’re gonna put you in a line with random people for some people to look over at you through a two way glass window. Meaning they can see you, but they can’t see you.
I can assure you you’ll be safe, ain’t nothing to be scared of…Unless of course you have something to hide? “
“ No of course I don’t have anything to hide. “
Mom says confidently.
“ Okay I’ll just need you to leave your purse here. And come with me. “
Mom gets up, leaving her purse behind and led through a maze of hallways doors, gates then mechanical sliding gates that open and slam. She sees the big room where people are sitting for hours waiting to be booked and proceeded into the jail.
She remembered being there there hung over sick, freezing to death being barefoot with her hands cuffed behind her back.
Her memory was quickly interrupted by a group of deputies dragging some guy in beating him with batons and yelling at him, as he’s shoved into the drunk tank.
It was more like some shit you’d see off Law and order or Hill street blues. Where you’d hear a bunch of arrogant New York yankee cops yelling at everybody.
“ Blah..Blah…Blah this…And Blah…Blah…Blah that! “
Of course someone would be called a Schmuck. Whatever the fuck that means I don’t know, it’s just something pissed off northerners call one another.
Thankfully here in the deep south we’re more refined than that, and act much more maturely.
Mom was led to a room with a bunch of rough looking men in it. Some were in jail house clothes black and white striped outfits, some was in orange jump suits and one guy was in a pink outfit. Want to guess what he’s accused of? And some were still in there street clothes.
Mom was given a number 6 to wear around her neck. The others all also had numbers.
“ Alright get in line everybody! “
The guy behind her with the number 5 around his neck was tall and blonde. Probably in his early 30’s mom thought.
He looked like the biker type with his leather vest, tee shirt and ripped jeans and tough looking boots.
“ Tighten the line up! “
A deputy yells out.
Mom feels the man’s boots bump against the back of her high heels.
“ Hey Honey you look pretty hot for an old woman!…Maybe if I beat this murder charge we could hook up and fuck around a little? “
A chill comes over mom as his strong arm comes around her waist pulling her against his bulging crotch, he then humps her in front of everyone.
The Lineup
The Lineup
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Re: The Lineup
Part 2
As mom was busy getting humped from behind, the man in front of her reached out grabbing her crotch and giving it repeated squeezes.
“ Mrs. Jones please!!!…Control yourself! “
The deputy in charge yells out with authority.
Suddenly everything stops, mom looks around realizing everyone is looking straight at her. There was no hiding the embarrassing look on her face. It beamed so red she could easily glow in the dark.
The man in charge then marched them all into another room.
“ Right face! “
He yells out as if he’s some sort of drill sergeant.
“ Place your feet on the painted footprints and stand at attention! “
Mom like everyone else does as she’s told, looking forward she sees the large window that she couldn’t see through.
They all stood there a couple of uncomfortable minutes waiting there next command which consisted of one by one, stepping forward and saying.
“ This is a stick up!…Give me all your money! “
When it got mom’s turn, she couldn’t help but to laugh a little.
“ This is so ridiculous!…Do they honestly think I could possibly rob somebody??? “
Yeah a violent Robbery doesn’t really fit the type of crime mom would commit, though she has gone through phases where she’d shoplift a little just to see if she’d get away with it, but that might be a theme for another story. lol
The minutes drag on feeling more like hours before the door opens and there marched out.
Outside that room mom is confronted by Sergeant Taylor.
“ Mrs. Jones come with me please. “
Mom gets nervous as she’s led away from the rest of the men.
“ Shit!…What have I done? “
She says to herself feeling slightly nauseous as she’s led into one of those little rooms with just a table and chairs.
“ Just have a seat and wait. “
Sergeant Taylor says as he exits the door and locks her inside.
Mom sighs as she sits there stewing about what this possibly be about.
A half hour later the door unlocks and opens. In walks Sergeant Taylor again, holding a couple of files.
“ I’m sorry to keep you waiting, do you need something to eat?…Drink or a restroom break?”
“ No but I could use a cigarette. “
“ I’ll be right back. “
He said making her wait another half hour.
The door unlocks again and in walks Sergeant Taylor again.
“ Sorry it took so long, I got side tracked at the cigarette machine by a detective discussing another case we’re working on. “
He said apologizing to her.
Mom quickly took the pack of Winston’s and lighter he offered her. She quickly opened the pack, shook one out. Put it to her lips, lights it and inhaled deeply then slowly exhaled.
“ Ahhhhh…Much better. “
She says to herself looking up at the Sergeant who then laid two folders onto the table.
“ This can’t be good! “
Mom says to herself, as her stomach churns with almost the urge to vomit.
She coughs suddenly.
“ Are you okay? “
“ Yeah I’ll be fine, just a little nervous. “
“ Mrs. Jones just relax there is nothing to be nervous about. “
His voice was calm and soothing as if they were just conversing like two friends.
Mom though was suspicious thinking he’s using some trickery to in trap her into some crime.
She flicks the ashes from her cigarette into the ashtray and takes another draw from it.
She then looks across the table and asks.
“ How’d I do in the lineup? “
“ Oh you did fine, like I said you were just randomly picked for that. “
Mom looks slightly relieved but puzzled about what all this was leading up to, and she was totally shocked at what he showed her next.
“ Mrs. Jones I have a couple of things I need to discuss with you. “
He then opened the first folder and showed her several explicit slave naked photographs of Misty and one of Crystal.
“ What the Hell? “
Mom asks in a shocked voice.
“ These were found inside a slave grading machine that the state confiscated from a local connivance store.
“ A slave grading machine?…What the fuck is that??? “
Mom asks in an angry voice.
“ It’s nothing but a racket is what it is. “
“ There should be a law! “
Mom complains.
“ Oh I can assure you there is. It’s just that every time one is confiscated about five more pops up somewhere else. “
The Sergeant explains.
The slave grading machine consists of nothing more than a Photo Booth.
Remember back in the day before everyone had a computerized phone that you have to have on you 24/7 that has a camera?
Back then there were legit cameras that you usually just brought out on special occasions like vacations, birthdays etc.
But usually at the malls there were these Photo Booth things where you and your friends could gather inside and make some silly pictures of yourselves.
The slave grading machines work the same way. There just big enough for someone to get inside and get there cloths off. The arcade like screen will show the submissive positions for you to get in. Back In Crystal and Misty’s time each pic probably cost around $2.00 a piece, adjusted for today’s inflation they’d probably cost $20.00 a piece.
The object behind the machine is is that the more money you feed into it the better you will grade.
Mom definitely looked puzzled by looking at the pictures.
Crystal just stood in the basic position with her hands clasped behind her head and chest pushed out, and she graded for just scrap, and her body was lean and muscular. Her tits perky.
Misty though was bigger with her belly and tits sagging and the dimples of cellulite on her thick thighs.
With all this going on Misty graded a solid C for choice grade.
Mom though was more surprised that Misty was the one that had so many pics. She’s usually the shy embarrassed one that always seemed ashamed of her body, and didn’t like taking her clothes off.
Crystal on the other hand wasn’t as bashful, she worked hard at keeping in shape and thought nothing about strutting about the beech in nothing but her two piece bikini. Or the stage being judged in a body building contest.
These machines though are a serious matter in slave world cause besides ripping you off, they give the potential slave a false grading.
Apparently it’s a demoralizing experience for the girl to think she’s hot and then finds out she’s not when she gets a legit grading.
These machines are just as bad as all them lotto machines, video poker and Bingo. Like these it can become an addiction. That can explain the long lines at these machines, girls can’t wait to pay to take it all off to have pictures made of themselves, bragging rights of course is a driving factor in all this.
“ Look at me!…The machine says I’m Prime! “
The high school senior might say passing her explicit pic around to her girlfriends in the privacy of the locker room.
Girls need to learn there is no short cut to getting a legit slave grade. By design it’s supposed to be embarrassing and degrading if it wasn’t it wouldn’t be called a slave grade, it would be called something totally different.
“ You really need to discuss this matter with your daughters. They don’t need to be wasting there money on things like this. “
The Sergeant said in a serious tone.
“ I certainly will. “
Mom said as she watched him place the pictures back into the folder, and wondered what’s in the next one.
As mom was busy getting humped from behind, the man in front of her reached out grabbing her crotch and giving it repeated squeezes.
“ Mrs. Jones please!!!…Control yourself! “
The deputy in charge yells out with authority.
Suddenly everything stops, mom looks around realizing everyone is looking straight at her. There was no hiding the embarrassing look on her face. It beamed so red she could easily glow in the dark.
The man in charge then marched them all into another room.
“ Right face! “
He yells out as if he’s some sort of drill sergeant.
“ Place your feet on the painted footprints and stand at attention! “
Mom like everyone else does as she’s told, looking forward she sees the large window that she couldn’t see through.
They all stood there a couple of uncomfortable minutes waiting there next command which consisted of one by one, stepping forward and saying.
“ This is a stick up!…Give me all your money! “
When it got mom’s turn, she couldn’t help but to laugh a little.
“ This is so ridiculous!…Do they honestly think I could possibly rob somebody??? “
Yeah a violent Robbery doesn’t really fit the type of crime mom would commit, though she has gone through phases where she’d shoplift a little just to see if she’d get away with it, but that might be a theme for another story. lol
The minutes drag on feeling more like hours before the door opens and there marched out.
Outside that room mom is confronted by Sergeant Taylor.
“ Mrs. Jones come with me please. “
Mom gets nervous as she’s led away from the rest of the men.
“ Shit!…What have I done? “
She says to herself feeling slightly nauseous as she’s led into one of those little rooms with just a table and chairs.
“ Just have a seat and wait. “
Sergeant Taylor says as he exits the door and locks her inside.
Mom sighs as she sits there stewing about what this possibly be about.
A half hour later the door unlocks and opens. In walks Sergeant Taylor again, holding a couple of files.
“ I’m sorry to keep you waiting, do you need something to eat?…Drink or a restroom break?”
“ No but I could use a cigarette. “
“ I’ll be right back. “
He said making her wait another half hour.
The door unlocks again and in walks Sergeant Taylor again.
“ Sorry it took so long, I got side tracked at the cigarette machine by a detective discussing another case we’re working on. “
He said apologizing to her.
Mom quickly took the pack of Winston’s and lighter he offered her. She quickly opened the pack, shook one out. Put it to her lips, lights it and inhaled deeply then slowly exhaled.
“ Ahhhhh…Much better. “
She says to herself looking up at the Sergeant who then laid two folders onto the table.
“ This can’t be good! “
Mom says to herself, as her stomach churns with almost the urge to vomit.
She coughs suddenly.
“ Are you okay? “
“ Yeah I’ll be fine, just a little nervous. “
“ Mrs. Jones just relax there is nothing to be nervous about. “
His voice was calm and soothing as if they were just conversing like two friends.
Mom though was suspicious thinking he’s using some trickery to in trap her into some crime.
She flicks the ashes from her cigarette into the ashtray and takes another draw from it.
She then looks across the table and asks.
“ How’d I do in the lineup? “
“ Oh you did fine, like I said you were just randomly picked for that. “
Mom looks slightly relieved but puzzled about what all this was leading up to, and she was totally shocked at what he showed her next.
“ Mrs. Jones I have a couple of things I need to discuss with you. “
He then opened the first folder and showed her several explicit slave naked photographs of Misty and one of Crystal.
“ What the Hell? “
Mom asks in a shocked voice.
“ These were found inside a slave grading machine that the state confiscated from a local connivance store.
“ A slave grading machine?…What the fuck is that??? “
Mom asks in an angry voice.
“ It’s nothing but a racket is what it is. “
“ There should be a law! “
Mom complains.
“ Oh I can assure you there is. It’s just that every time one is confiscated about five more pops up somewhere else. “
The Sergeant explains.
The slave grading machine consists of nothing more than a Photo Booth.
Remember back in the day before everyone had a computerized phone that you have to have on you 24/7 that has a camera?
Back then there were legit cameras that you usually just brought out on special occasions like vacations, birthdays etc.
But usually at the malls there were these Photo Booth things where you and your friends could gather inside and make some silly pictures of yourselves.
The slave grading machines work the same way. There just big enough for someone to get inside and get there cloths off. The arcade like screen will show the submissive positions for you to get in. Back In Crystal and Misty’s time each pic probably cost around $2.00 a piece, adjusted for today’s inflation they’d probably cost $20.00 a piece.
The object behind the machine is is that the more money you feed into it the better you will grade.
Mom definitely looked puzzled by looking at the pictures.
Crystal just stood in the basic position with her hands clasped behind her head and chest pushed out, and she graded for just scrap, and her body was lean and muscular. Her tits perky.
Misty though was bigger with her belly and tits sagging and the dimples of cellulite on her thick thighs.
With all this going on Misty graded a solid C for choice grade.
Mom though was more surprised that Misty was the one that had so many pics. She’s usually the shy embarrassed one that always seemed ashamed of her body, and didn’t like taking her clothes off.
Crystal on the other hand wasn’t as bashful, she worked hard at keeping in shape and thought nothing about strutting about the beech in nothing but her two piece bikini. Or the stage being judged in a body building contest.
These machines though are a serious matter in slave world cause besides ripping you off, they give the potential slave a false grading.
Apparently it’s a demoralizing experience for the girl to think she’s hot and then finds out she’s not when she gets a legit grading.
These machines are just as bad as all them lotto machines, video poker and Bingo. Like these it can become an addiction. That can explain the long lines at these machines, girls can’t wait to pay to take it all off to have pictures made of themselves, bragging rights of course is a driving factor in all this.
“ Look at me!…The machine says I’m Prime! “
The high school senior might say passing her explicit pic around to her girlfriends in the privacy of the locker room.
Girls need to learn there is no short cut to getting a legit slave grade. By design it’s supposed to be embarrassing and degrading if it wasn’t it wouldn’t be called a slave grade, it would be called something totally different.
“ You really need to discuss this matter with your daughters. They don’t need to be wasting there money on things like this. “
The Sergeant said in a serious tone.
“ I certainly will. “
Mom said as she watched him place the pictures back into the folder, and wondered what’s in the next one.
Re: The Lineup
Part 2 The second file.
Sergeant Taylor opens the second file and hands mom a picture of an old 1968 Buick GS.
“ Our partners up in Tennessee are looking for this car, have you seen it? “
“ Ummmmm….Ughhhhhhh…Mmmmmmm. “
Mom feels she should at least answer the question.
“ Maybe around town. “
From a speaker above a loud buzzer goes off, making mom almost jump out of her chair.
“ What the Hell is that? “
“ That Mrs. Jones is technology, it’s detected deception in your answer. “
“ You mean like a lie detector? “
“ Yes “
“ Doesn’t the law require you to ask me first to participate in a lie detector test? “
“ well would you take a lie detector test to help us out? “
“ Hell no! “
“ Thats why the technology is built into the room, we can get around all those formalities. “
Unfortunately mom has seen the car in question, because Misty and her friend Shirley used mom’s garage as a chop shop to completely dismantle the car and sell off the whole thing between several different junk yards.
He hands mom another picture showing what looks like a woman driving it, wearing a black ski mask with long red hair hanging below it.
“ This picture was taken from a surveillance camera outside a bank in Jackson Tennessee. “
“ You don’t honestly think this is me?…I rarely ever drive over the speed limit. I don’t like speed, so I wouldn’t make a good getaway driver. “
“ Oh I know you drive quite slow, and you swerve a lot. That’s how we know you’ve had to much to drink. “
He pulls a picture of Misty from the first file. It showed her in a squatting position with her hands to the sides of her fat pussy, spreading her Labia apart showing how pink and wet she was on the inside.
“ She’s sort of showing us what she’s got under the hood in that pic.
The boys on the force wants to know what she’s got under the hood of her Nova? But unfortunately they can’t seem to keep up with her to pull her over. “
“ I have no idea that was my husband’s car, I’m not into cars so I don’t know things like that. “
He looks at Misty’s picture again.
“ Bank Robbery is an automatic 20 years in the collar. “
Mom gulps hearing that one.
“ Tell your daughter to stay out of Tennessee. And keep out of trouble. “
“ Yes sir…Are we finished now? “
“ Oh no Mrs. Jones, I’ve just getting started with you. Because of your deception in your answer awhile ago, you’ve been randomly selected to participate in a very thorough strip and cavity search. “
Beads of sweat breaks out across her forehead. She feels a nervous heat come over her. Her cunt starts to juice as she quickly uncrossed her legs with her thighs together she comes almost instantly filling the crotch of her pantyhose with her wetness.
“ Can we do it in here? “
Mom asked liking the privacy of the small room.
“ Oh no I’m afraid not I need witnesses to observe you as we conduct the search…Just relax and come with me. “
Sergeant Taylor opens the second file and hands mom a picture of an old 1968 Buick GS.
“ Our partners up in Tennessee are looking for this car, have you seen it? “
“ Ummmmm….Ughhhhhhh…Mmmmmmm. “
Mom feels she should at least answer the question.
“ Maybe around town. “
From a speaker above a loud buzzer goes off, making mom almost jump out of her chair.
“ What the Hell is that? “
“ That Mrs. Jones is technology, it’s detected deception in your answer. “
“ You mean like a lie detector? “
“ Yes “
“ Doesn’t the law require you to ask me first to participate in a lie detector test? “
“ well would you take a lie detector test to help us out? “
“ Hell no! “
“ Thats why the technology is built into the room, we can get around all those formalities. “
Unfortunately mom has seen the car in question, because Misty and her friend Shirley used mom’s garage as a chop shop to completely dismantle the car and sell off the whole thing between several different junk yards.
He hands mom another picture showing what looks like a woman driving it, wearing a black ski mask with long red hair hanging below it.
“ This picture was taken from a surveillance camera outside a bank in Jackson Tennessee. “
“ You don’t honestly think this is me?…I rarely ever drive over the speed limit. I don’t like speed, so I wouldn’t make a good getaway driver. “
“ Oh I know you drive quite slow, and you swerve a lot. That’s how we know you’ve had to much to drink. “
He pulls a picture of Misty from the first file. It showed her in a squatting position with her hands to the sides of her fat pussy, spreading her Labia apart showing how pink and wet she was on the inside.
“ She’s sort of showing us what she’s got under the hood in that pic.
The boys on the force wants to know what she’s got under the hood of her Nova? But unfortunately they can’t seem to keep up with her to pull her over. “
“ I have no idea that was my husband’s car, I’m not into cars so I don’t know things like that. “
He looks at Misty’s picture again.
“ Bank Robbery is an automatic 20 years in the collar. “
Mom gulps hearing that one.
“ Tell your daughter to stay out of Tennessee. And keep out of trouble. “
“ Yes sir…Are we finished now? “
“ Oh no Mrs. Jones, I’ve just getting started with you. Because of your deception in your answer awhile ago, you’ve been randomly selected to participate in a very thorough strip and cavity search. “
Beads of sweat breaks out across her forehead. She feels a nervous heat come over her. Her cunt starts to juice as she quickly uncrossed her legs with her thighs together she comes almost instantly filling the crotch of her pantyhose with her wetness.
“ Can we do it in here? “
Mom asked liking the privacy of the small room.
“ Oh no I’m afraid not I need witnesses to observe you as we conduct the search…Just relax and come with me. “
Re: The Lineup
Part 3
Moms led out into the hallway again.
As she walks her crotch feels all sticky from the spontaneous orgasm she had just moments before.
“ This is gonna be so embarrassing! I need to clean myself up first! “
She’s saying to herself.
“ Excuse me please Sergeant. “
She said stopping and grabbing a hold of his arm to stop him.
“ Yes what’s a matter? “
He says looking at her.
“ Is there any way I could use the ladies room first?…I really need to go! “
“ Unfortunately I don’t have a female officer on duty to accompany you, there’s a toilet and shower in the processing room, I’m sure you’ll like to use them both when we finish with you. “
Moms perspective.
“ Okay I wasn’t expecting to hear all that. I guess this means I’m not gonna get a female to inspect or examine me?
What is this we?…He keeps talking about?
Processing room?…Am I being booked or something? “
Apparently moms got questions as she’s being led along turning heads of men along the way, as her high heels click and clack with every step she takes.
Before going into the lockup part of the jail she’s stopped at a metal detector.
“ I’m gonna need you to take off any and all jewelry. Do you have any weapons, drugs or sharp objects on you? “
“ No of course not! “
Mom says as she hastily takes off her jewelry, handing over piece by piece to another officer that inventories it, and places it into an envelope with her name on it.
“ Don’t forget the one around your ankle. “
The officer pointed out.
Mom knelt and removed the chain that had an emblem that said slut dangling from it.
She blushed as she handed it over.
Both men smiled as they held it up for a closer look, then looked back at her, making her feel even more embarrassed.
“ It’s just something I confiscated from my daughter’s collection. “
“ Sure it is Mrs. Jones. You probably told her she was too young to wear things like that? “
“ A matter a fact I did. “
She said admittedly.
She then stepped through the metal detector. Of course another loud buzzer goes off.
“ Are you wearing an underwire bra? “
“ Probably so. “
Mom says looking down at her well endowed tits.
“ That’s a no no in jail. “
“ I’m a 42DD the girls here need support! “
“ Not where you’re going they don’t!…Unbutton your dress! “
Mom’s face was beaming again as she unbuttoned enough so the officer could observe her bra supported tits.
While doing so a small group of deputies gathered around to observe.
“ It’s doing exactly what a bra supposed to do. “
He commented before raising his hands to mom’s breasts feeling them over the soft material of the bra.
“ Hey!…Hey!…Hey!…What do you think you’re doing??? “
She says protesting as he reached into her bra from above it and lifted her big tits right out of it.
“ Sorry mam I just got to check and be sure. “
Mom stands there humiliated as men from all around stop and gather to gauche at her.
“ Nice rack!…I see where your daughter gets her big tits from! “
And of course mom gets to hear all the chatter about what a good fuck Misty was at her recent arrest.
All that was news to mom cause Misty didn’t bring it up when mom got her bailed out.
“ Okay you can proceed through the gate now. “
Another buzzer goes off, the gate slides open.
Mom reached up to put her tits back into her bra, and button up a little to conceal whatever dignity she’s got left.
“ Hands to your sides or I’ll cuff you! “
“ Yeah butt! “
Mom said before being cut off.
“ Shut up!…And strut like a slut!…You Fucking Whore! “
“shit!…What did I do? “
Mom mumbles to herself, as she shakes her ass a little.
“ She’s got a nice ass!…No panty lines either! “
Another obnoxious deputy adds.
“ Her legs look good to!…Hope they look that good when her hose and heels come off? “
Mom glanced downward looking at her erect nipples feeling the cool air blowing on her tits. Within her sexy pumps and hose, she feels her slave heat building as her feet start to sweat.
“ Shit!…My brand!…What the fuck are they gonna say when they see my brand? “
Mom’s stress level immediately shot upwards when she realized what real trouble she might be in.
“ I could be turned over to the department of agriculture, and auctioned off to never be seen or heard from again? “
Yep mom’s concerned.
Moms led out into the hallway again.
As she walks her crotch feels all sticky from the spontaneous orgasm she had just moments before.
“ This is gonna be so embarrassing! I need to clean myself up first! “
She’s saying to herself.
“ Excuse me please Sergeant. “
She said stopping and grabbing a hold of his arm to stop him.
“ Yes what’s a matter? “
He says looking at her.
“ Is there any way I could use the ladies room first?…I really need to go! “
“ Unfortunately I don’t have a female officer on duty to accompany you, there’s a toilet and shower in the processing room, I’m sure you’ll like to use them both when we finish with you. “
Moms perspective.
“ Okay I wasn’t expecting to hear all that. I guess this means I’m not gonna get a female to inspect or examine me?
What is this we?…He keeps talking about?
Processing room?…Am I being booked or something? “
Apparently moms got questions as she’s being led along turning heads of men along the way, as her high heels click and clack with every step she takes.
Before going into the lockup part of the jail she’s stopped at a metal detector.
“ I’m gonna need you to take off any and all jewelry. Do you have any weapons, drugs or sharp objects on you? “
“ No of course not! “
Mom says as she hastily takes off her jewelry, handing over piece by piece to another officer that inventories it, and places it into an envelope with her name on it.
“ Don’t forget the one around your ankle. “
The officer pointed out.
Mom knelt and removed the chain that had an emblem that said slut dangling from it.
She blushed as she handed it over.
Both men smiled as they held it up for a closer look, then looked back at her, making her feel even more embarrassed.
“ It’s just something I confiscated from my daughter’s collection. “
“ Sure it is Mrs. Jones. You probably told her she was too young to wear things like that? “
“ A matter a fact I did. “
She said admittedly.
She then stepped through the metal detector. Of course another loud buzzer goes off.
“ Are you wearing an underwire bra? “
“ Probably so. “
Mom says looking down at her well endowed tits.
“ That’s a no no in jail. “
“ I’m a 42DD the girls here need support! “
“ Not where you’re going they don’t!…Unbutton your dress! “
Mom’s face was beaming again as she unbuttoned enough so the officer could observe her bra supported tits.
While doing so a small group of deputies gathered around to observe.
“ It’s doing exactly what a bra supposed to do. “
He commented before raising his hands to mom’s breasts feeling them over the soft material of the bra.
“ Hey!…Hey!…Hey!…What do you think you’re doing??? “
She says protesting as he reached into her bra from above it and lifted her big tits right out of it.
“ Sorry mam I just got to check and be sure. “
Mom stands there humiliated as men from all around stop and gather to gauche at her.
“ Nice rack!…I see where your daughter gets her big tits from! “
And of course mom gets to hear all the chatter about what a good fuck Misty was at her recent arrest.
All that was news to mom cause Misty didn’t bring it up when mom got her bailed out.
“ Okay you can proceed through the gate now. “
Another buzzer goes off, the gate slides open.
Mom reached up to put her tits back into her bra, and button up a little to conceal whatever dignity she’s got left.
“ Hands to your sides or I’ll cuff you! “
“ Yeah butt! “
Mom said before being cut off.
“ Shut up!…And strut like a slut!…You Fucking Whore! “
“shit!…What did I do? “
Mom mumbles to herself, as she shakes her ass a little.
“ She’s got a nice ass!…No panty lines either! “
Another obnoxious deputy adds.
“ Her legs look good to!…Hope they look that good when her hose and heels come off? “
Mom glanced downward looking at her erect nipples feeling the cool air blowing on her tits. Within her sexy pumps and hose, she feels her slave heat building as her feet start to sweat.
“ Shit!…My brand!…What the fuck are they gonna say when they see my brand? “
Mom’s stress level immediately shot upwards when she realized what real trouble she might be in.
“ I could be turned over to the department of agriculture, and auctioned off to never be seen or heard from again? “
Yep mom’s concerned.
Re: The Lineup
Part 3 The processing room.
And just when mom thought things couldn’t get any worse. She found herself being marched straight into the men’s processing room.
“ Wait!…Wait!…Hold on for a second! “
Sergeant Taylor and all the other deputies stop suddenly gathering around mom all wondering what’s wrong with mom.
“ Your leading me into the men’s room? “
“ Yes unfortunately Mrs. Jones the higher ups at the state level claimed that our women’s processing room wasn’t up to code, so they closed it down and all women are taken to the slave office for processing. If you like we could arrange for you to be transported there? “
“ Oh no!…This will be fine! “
Mom didn’t hesitate moving forward after hearing that one.
“ I wonder what codes there talking about?…It was just a room for people to get undressed and changed into there jail garb. “
Mom thought but as she entered the men’s room she understood perfectly what he meant by that.
As soon as she enters the room the stench of manly filth entered her nostrils. It was just like being hit by a ton of bricks.
She instantly gags with another urge to vomit.
“ God that smell! “
Cough…Cough…Gag…Gag! She bends forward supporting herself by placing her hands on her knees and heaves from the cunt.
The room reeks worse than a boys junior high school locker room.
She rushed over to a trash can to vomit. The can was half full of dirty socks and underwear including a pair of shit filled boxers.
Yeah it’s bad. It’s sort of like that episode of Cops when they pick up some guy that just shits his pants purposely on the ride to the jail. That sort of stuff happens all the time behind bars.
You can’t really blame them, there pissed off and got to take it out on somebody so why not the staff that’s keeping them locked up.
Being a corrections officer is sort of like being a plumber, it’s a shitty job but somebody’s got to do it.
Eventually mom throws enough up that she starts feeling better or as better as possible under the circumstances.
Sergeant Taylor hands her a paper towel to wipe her face and mouth. But then as she turns she’s faced by all the men that she’d been in the lineup with, but this time they were all naked looking straight at her.
“ Nice tits Honey! “
The biker guy that humped her earlier said with an obnoxious laugh. His long thick cock stuck straight out from his body and bounced about freely in the air.
Yeah mom’s fantasy from earlier was looking more and more like a reality to be. As far as being the only woman in the presence of a crowd of sex starved men.
Or maybe we should refer as being pussy starved as far as legit pussy from a woman goes.
“ Okay Mrs. Jones let’s get this over with. “
One of the deputies said, looking her over again.
“ Put your hands up and spread your legs! “
She was faced straight towards the line of men all looking straight at her, with her big tits still hanging straight out from the front of her maroon dress.
The deputy slowly took his time patting her down, leaving no uncovered skin not touched.
He teased all the onlooking men by lifting her dress more and more, showing them her hosed legs. Finally he raised it all the way taking it over her head and tossing it off to the side. From behind she felt a man’s hands pulling roughly at the straps of her bra.
Just like a typical man would do.
“ Let me help you out with that. “
Another deputy said as he made quick work of slicing through mom’s bra straps with surgical scissors. In pieces it all just falls to her feet.
“ I don’t know why women wear them damn things anyway?…They just get in a man’s way! “
“ I guess it’s a good thing that I didn’t wear my Chastity belt! “
Mom says to herself standing top less in front of the men.
And just when mom thought things couldn’t get any worse. She found herself being marched straight into the men’s processing room.
“ Wait!…Wait!…Hold on for a second! “
Sergeant Taylor and all the other deputies stop suddenly gathering around mom all wondering what’s wrong with mom.
“ Your leading me into the men’s room? “
“ Yes unfortunately Mrs. Jones the higher ups at the state level claimed that our women’s processing room wasn’t up to code, so they closed it down and all women are taken to the slave office for processing. If you like we could arrange for you to be transported there? “
“ Oh no!…This will be fine! “
Mom didn’t hesitate moving forward after hearing that one.
“ I wonder what codes there talking about?…It was just a room for people to get undressed and changed into there jail garb. “
Mom thought but as she entered the men’s room she understood perfectly what he meant by that.
As soon as she enters the room the stench of manly filth entered her nostrils. It was just like being hit by a ton of bricks.
She instantly gags with another urge to vomit.
“ God that smell! “
Cough…Cough…Gag…Gag! She bends forward supporting herself by placing her hands on her knees and heaves from the cunt.
The room reeks worse than a boys junior high school locker room.
She rushed over to a trash can to vomit. The can was half full of dirty socks and underwear including a pair of shit filled boxers.
Yeah it’s bad. It’s sort of like that episode of Cops when they pick up some guy that just shits his pants purposely on the ride to the jail. That sort of stuff happens all the time behind bars.
You can’t really blame them, there pissed off and got to take it out on somebody so why not the staff that’s keeping them locked up.
Being a corrections officer is sort of like being a plumber, it’s a shitty job but somebody’s got to do it.
Eventually mom throws enough up that she starts feeling better or as better as possible under the circumstances.
Sergeant Taylor hands her a paper towel to wipe her face and mouth. But then as she turns she’s faced by all the men that she’d been in the lineup with, but this time they were all naked looking straight at her.
“ Nice tits Honey! “
The biker guy that humped her earlier said with an obnoxious laugh. His long thick cock stuck straight out from his body and bounced about freely in the air.
Yeah mom’s fantasy from earlier was looking more and more like a reality to be. As far as being the only woman in the presence of a crowd of sex starved men.
Or maybe we should refer as being pussy starved as far as legit pussy from a woman goes.
“ Okay Mrs. Jones let’s get this over with. “
One of the deputies said, looking her over again.
“ Put your hands up and spread your legs! “
She was faced straight towards the line of men all looking straight at her, with her big tits still hanging straight out from the front of her maroon dress.
The deputy slowly took his time patting her down, leaving no uncovered skin not touched.
He teased all the onlooking men by lifting her dress more and more, showing them her hosed legs. Finally he raised it all the way taking it over her head and tossing it off to the side. From behind she felt a man’s hands pulling roughly at the straps of her bra.
Just like a typical man would do.
“ Let me help you out with that. “
Another deputy said as he made quick work of slicing through mom’s bra straps with surgical scissors. In pieces it all just falls to her feet.
“ I don’t know why women wear them damn things anyway?…They just get in a man’s way! “
“ I guess it’s a good thing that I didn’t wear my Chastity belt! “
Mom says to herself standing top less in front of the men.
Re: The Lineup
Part. 4
Mom was paralyzed in fear standing there topless and only left in her high heels and pantyhose. There was just something about being stripped down in front of a bunch of men, that just gives a woman a sense of horrific humiliation and fear of what she knows they want. There wasn’t much doubt about what they wanted judging by all the erect cocks all aiming her way by just a few feet away.
Mom glacéd towards the ceiling seeing the camera looking straight down towards her big tits. She then looks downwards at and past her tits at the officer that kneels before her, she feels his fingers slip into the waistband of her pantyhose there then slowly being pulled down.
The man before her leans forward and inhales taking in the aroma of her hot wet cunt.
From behind she feels Sergeant Taylor’s hand smack her ass hard, he then gave it a hard pinching squeeze right over her brand.
Moms heart pounded looking past the officers and towards all those horny men knowing there was know hiding what she was.
She feels the hose being peeled downward towards her feet.
She felt the officers hands gripping the backs of her sexy black five inch pumps. She looked downward again pulling her right foot first from her shoe.
With her foot held up she watched as her pantyhose was pulled from it. Within moments she felt the chill from the cold polished concrete floor, it flowed quickly through the soles of her bare feet and straight upwards, giving her goose bumps. Which made her all ready sensitive and erect nipples even that much harder.
Mom looks on as her shoes, pantyhose and dress was quickly stuffed into a properly bag which was given to another officer and was carried out the door.
“ Hey!….Where is he taking my clothes? “
“ Quit worrying about your damn clothes! “
Sergeant Taylor says turning mom around so her ass is facing the men.
“ Hey Look she’s a slave!!’ “
Several of the men yell out as they noticed her branded ass.
“ Now kneel and take out my cock! “
Sergeant Taylor said placing his hands on mom’s shoulders.
He didn’t even have to push downward on to her. Her knees buckled as if she willingly fell to her knees.
“ I thought this was just a strip and cavity search?
“ It is I’m checking your throat with my cock! “
He said as mom eagerly unbuckled his belt and quickly unsnapped and unzipped his slacks.
Mom sees his cock bulging from his boxer shorts.
“ I would have gladly done this for you in the privacy of your office. “
Mom said as she pulls his boxers down.
“ Yeah but what good is that?…When a slave is meant to be shared? “
Mom sort of zoned out in a daze absorbing that question.
“ This man could have had me all to himself? “
Mom sort of liked Sergeant Taylor, after months of discussions in his office she sort of felt this could be a man she could have a meaningful relationship with. Despite the gold wedding band her wore on his ring finger and all those happy photos of him and his family he had on his desk in his office.
There again why is it all ways a married man that a single woman falls for?
Mom is immediately brought back to reality as she’s slapped right across her cheek with his semi erect cock.
“ Get to work Slave! “
“ Shit!…He means business calling me slave? “
Mom gets to work working his growing boner in and out of her hot mouth.
Once he was fully erect he pulls out and sits in a chair making mom squat over his big dick, facing all the naked men all drooling over her as she bucks up and down on the Sergeant’s cock.
After a couple of short minutes she felt the Sergeant shoot his load.
She was then shoved away without a care in the world. He pulled everything up zipped and buckled up as if she was nothing to him.
Then there was an announcement made over the intercom.
“ Sergeant Taylor your wife is on the phone. “
“ Yeah I better take that call!…It’s our 25th anniversary today. “
He said with a smile as he hurried out the door, leveling mom in the custody of just a few guards and all most a dozen inmates.
The guards quickly unzipped and pulled there dicks out in front of mom. She quickly sucks them off.
“ Okay boys it’s y’all’s turn now! “
One of the guards said with a laugh.
Mom was quickly surrounded and thoroughly used taking multiple cocks in all three holes.
“ Oh This is good! “
Mom said to herself finally she was getting the sex that she desperately needed. Not the usual two minute special she gets from most men that she has affairs with.
But after the fourth rolling orgasm it was like.
“ Okay I’m done now! “
But moms words fell on deaf ears, cause they obviously wasn’t done with her.
In one moment she pictures herself in a horror movie being chased used and abused for hours and now with only enough strength to crawl she inched herself along the cold hard floor towards the doorway.
“ Help me! “
She cries out looking up towards the guard, who just laughs an evil laugh as she’s pulled back by her feet for yet another round.
She’s awakened by being held up in a cold shower. As delousing chemicals are sprayed over her body, followed by a box of Tide detergent. She’s then roughly scrubbed down.
Moments later she finds that some man is roughly brushing her teeth for her.
A bottle of mouthwash is poured down her throat. She quickly spits before she’s pressed against the shower wall by the pressure of being rinsed by a fireman’s hose.
Moms then drug from the shower dripping wet back through the jail, slamming doors sliding gates that clang as there slammed shut. Into another hallway she’s shoved into one of those little rooms.
“ Get dressed! “
Was all the man said before slamming the door.
Mom collapsed into the chair, looking at her property bag that contained her clothes.
She gets to her feet and unzipped the bag and proceeded to get herself dressed.
Back out into the hallway she finds her way back to Sergeant Taylor’s office.
Where he’s leaning back in his chair with his feet propped up onto his desk, still having a pleasant conversation with his wife.
Mom stands there several moments knowing damn well Sergeant Taylor knows she’s there and chooses to ignore her.
He then looks up at her finally. She sees his friendly smile turn instantly to a look of anger like disgust.
“ Honey hold on for just a moment. “
He says laying the phone down, he quickly gets up and grabbed mom’s purse and coat, handing her both. She finds herself being hurriedly pushed backwards back into the hallway then the door is slammed right in her face.
“ Fucking Ass Hole! “
She grunted out making her way to the ladies room where she quickly runs a brush through her still drying hair.
She pulled her makeup bag from her purse and thinks for a moment.
“ Fuck it!…I’m getting out of here! “
She puts it back into her purse, puts back on her coat and makes her way outside where she stops only long enough to light herself a smoke.
About half way to the car she suddenly bumps into Misty.
“ What are you doing here? “
Mom asks her.
“ It’s that time of month mom. Didn’t I tell you that this morning? “
“ Oh I must have forgotten. “
“ Yeah there probably gonna check and run my numbers. “
Misty said gesturing towards her lower lip. “
Mom looks Misty over from head to toe, noticing she’s all dolled up in a tight black skirt. Sheer black stockings, thin silk blouse so thin that her nipples poke through it easily you could even see the outline of her 3 inch wide areola’s through it.
“ Your bra less? Kind of daring ain’t you? “
“ Yeah and you look rode hard and put up wet! “
Misty pointed out.
“ And you look like you’re fixing to be? “
“ “Mmmmm! I hope so! “
“ Which one is your PO? “
“ Sergeant Tyrone Jackson. “
Misty said with a smile.
“ You mean that black man that arrested you and Shirley? “
Misty nods with a prideful smile.
She then leans into mom and whispered.
“ He’s got a 10 inch cock mom!…I better go don’t need to keep him waiting. “
Mom stands there in the parking lot watching her daughter walking away with that slutty looking little strut she does.
Mom was paralyzed in fear standing there topless and only left in her high heels and pantyhose. There was just something about being stripped down in front of a bunch of men, that just gives a woman a sense of horrific humiliation and fear of what she knows they want. There wasn’t much doubt about what they wanted judging by all the erect cocks all aiming her way by just a few feet away.
Mom glacéd towards the ceiling seeing the camera looking straight down towards her big tits. She then looks downwards at and past her tits at the officer that kneels before her, she feels his fingers slip into the waistband of her pantyhose there then slowly being pulled down.
The man before her leans forward and inhales taking in the aroma of her hot wet cunt.
From behind she feels Sergeant Taylor’s hand smack her ass hard, he then gave it a hard pinching squeeze right over her brand.
Moms heart pounded looking past the officers and towards all those horny men knowing there was know hiding what she was.
She feels the hose being peeled downward towards her feet.
She felt the officers hands gripping the backs of her sexy black five inch pumps. She looked downward again pulling her right foot first from her shoe.
With her foot held up she watched as her pantyhose was pulled from it. Within moments she felt the chill from the cold polished concrete floor, it flowed quickly through the soles of her bare feet and straight upwards, giving her goose bumps. Which made her all ready sensitive and erect nipples even that much harder.
Mom looks on as her shoes, pantyhose and dress was quickly stuffed into a properly bag which was given to another officer and was carried out the door.
“ Hey!….Where is he taking my clothes? “
“ Quit worrying about your damn clothes! “
Sergeant Taylor says turning mom around so her ass is facing the men.
“ Hey Look she’s a slave!!’ “
Several of the men yell out as they noticed her branded ass.
“ Now kneel and take out my cock! “
Sergeant Taylor said placing his hands on mom’s shoulders.
He didn’t even have to push downward on to her. Her knees buckled as if she willingly fell to her knees.
“ I thought this was just a strip and cavity search?
“ It is I’m checking your throat with my cock! “
He said as mom eagerly unbuckled his belt and quickly unsnapped and unzipped his slacks.
Mom sees his cock bulging from his boxer shorts.
“ I would have gladly done this for you in the privacy of your office. “
Mom said as she pulls his boxers down.
“ Yeah but what good is that?…When a slave is meant to be shared? “
Mom sort of zoned out in a daze absorbing that question.
“ This man could have had me all to himself? “
Mom sort of liked Sergeant Taylor, after months of discussions in his office she sort of felt this could be a man she could have a meaningful relationship with. Despite the gold wedding band her wore on his ring finger and all those happy photos of him and his family he had on his desk in his office.
There again why is it all ways a married man that a single woman falls for?
Mom is immediately brought back to reality as she’s slapped right across her cheek with his semi erect cock.
“ Get to work Slave! “
“ Shit!…He means business calling me slave? “
Mom gets to work working his growing boner in and out of her hot mouth.
Once he was fully erect he pulls out and sits in a chair making mom squat over his big dick, facing all the naked men all drooling over her as she bucks up and down on the Sergeant’s cock.
After a couple of short minutes she felt the Sergeant shoot his load.
She was then shoved away without a care in the world. He pulled everything up zipped and buckled up as if she was nothing to him.
Then there was an announcement made over the intercom.
“ Sergeant Taylor your wife is on the phone. “
“ Yeah I better take that call!…It’s our 25th anniversary today. “
He said with a smile as he hurried out the door, leveling mom in the custody of just a few guards and all most a dozen inmates.
The guards quickly unzipped and pulled there dicks out in front of mom. She quickly sucks them off.
“ Okay boys it’s y’all’s turn now! “
One of the guards said with a laugh.
Mom was quickly surrounded and thoroughly used taking multiple cocks in all three holes.
“ Oh This is good! “
Mom said to herself finally she was getting the sex that she desperately needed. Not the usual two minute special she gets from most men that she has affairs with.
But after the fourth rolling orgasm it was like.
“ Okay I’m done now! “
But moms words fell on deaf ears, cause they obviously wasn’t done with her.
In one moment she pictures herself in a horror movie being chased used and abused for hours and now with only enough strength to crawl she inched herself along the cold hard floor towards the doorway.
“ Help me! “
She cries out looking up towards the guard, who just laughs an evil laugh as she’s pulled back by her feet for yet another round.
She’s awakened by being held up in a cold shower. As delousing chemicals are sprayed over her body, followed by a box of Tide detergent. She’s then roughly scrubbed down.
Moments later she finds that some man is roughly brushing her teeth for her.
A bottle of mouthwash is poured down her throat. She quickly spits before she’s pressed against the shower wall by the pressure of being rinsed by a fireman’s hose.
Moms then drug from the shower dripping wet back through the jail, slamming doors sliding gates that clang as there slammed shut. Into another hallway she’s shoved into one of those little rooms.
“ Get dressed! “
Was all the man said before slamming the door.
Mom collapsed into the chair, looking at her property bag that contained her clothes.
She gets to her feet and unzipped the bag and proceeded to get herself dressed.
Back out into the hallway she finds her way back to Sergeant Taylor’s office.
Where he’s leaning back in his chair with his feet propped up onto his desk, still having a pleasant conversation with his wife.
Mom stands there several moments knowing damn well Sergeant Taylor knows she’s there and chooses to ignore her.
He then looks up at her finally. She sees his friendly smile turn instantly to a look of anger like disgust.
“ Honey hold on for just a moment. “
He says laying the phone down, he quickly gets up and grabbed mom’s purse and coat, handing her both. She finds herself being hurriedly pushed backwards back into the hallway then the door is slammed right in her face.
“ Fucking Ass Hole! “
She grunted out making her way to the ladies room where she quickly runs a brush through her still drying hair.
She pulled her makeup bag from her purse and thinks for a moment.
“ Fuck it!…I’m getting out of here! “
She puts it back into her purse, puts back on her coat and makes her way outside where she stops only long enough to light herself a smoke.
About half way to the car she suddenly bumps into Misty.
“ What are you doing here? “
Mom asks her.
“ It’s that time of month mom. Didn’t I tell you that this morning? “
“ Oh I must have forgotten. “
“ Yeah there probably gonna check and run my numbers. “
Misty said gesturing towards her lower lip. “
Mom looks Misty over from head to toe, noticing she’s all dolled up in a tight black skirt. Sheer black stockings, thin silk blouse so thin that her nipples poke through it easily you could even see the outline of her 3 inch wide areola’s through it.
“ Your bra less? Kind of daring ain’t you? “
“ Yeah and you look rode hard and put up wet! “
Misty pointed out.
“ And you look like you’re fixing to be? “
“ “Mmmmm! I hope so! “
“ Which one is your PO? “
“ Sergeant Tyrone Jackson. “
Misty said with a smile.
“ You mean that black man that arrested you and Shirley? “
Misty nods with a prideful smile.
She then leans into mom and whispered.
“ He’s got a 10 inch cock mom!…I better go don’t need to keep him waiting. “
Mom stands there in the parking lot watching her daughter walking away with that slutty looking little strut she does.
