The Evil Police Is Out (Family Incest Adult Novel)

Patrolmen Coleman and Skwarsky were sitting in a patrol car parked in a parking lot across from the bar.

They were watching a young woman drinking and celebrating with friends. The dark-skinned woman was wearing a blue long-sleeved loose shirt and a knee-length navy blue skirt with ruffled lace.

"Good stuff," Skwarsky said calmly.

“I think we should try it on her,” Coleman agreed with Skwarski. When the young woman drove away from the bar, Coleman started his patrol car and followed her car. After two blocks, he turned on the patrol lights. The young woman slowed down the car and stopped on the side of the road next to a store that had already closed. Coleman got out of the patrol car and motioned for the young woman to roll down the driver's window.

"Please show me your driver's license." Coleman caught the young woman's frightened look, and he calmly asked, "How many drinks did you have tonight?"

"Just two cups." The young woman replied in a trembling voice.

"I see you've had more than two drinks, and you're shaking," Coleman said casually. "Looks like I'm going to have to give you a breathalyzer test."

The young woman remained silent. Coleman knew that she was becoming more and more frightened, and he felt secretly happy. "You don't want me to do that, right? Looks like I have to take you to the police station and keep you there for a while."

"Please let me go, my house is nearby, and I'm really not drunk, really."

Coleman decided it was time. "How about a deal? If you can give me something in return, I'll let you go."

"Well, how much do you want?" asked the horrified young woman.

Coleman suddenly reached into the young woman's shirt and tore open two or three buttons, revealing the young woman's white lace bra. Coleman used his hands to take her breasts out of the bra. The young woman stared in horror as Coleman's eyes were fixed evilly on her breasts. Coleman turned on the flashlight and shone it on the young woman's breasts that had been pulled out of her bra.

"I don't want money, I just want to play with this for a while."

"Please don't do this, I'll give you money." the young woman begged.

Coleman stared at the young woman's breasts that were shaking with fear. "Listen, it's only for a moment. You won't lose any meat."

The young woman lowered her head silently and said nothing. Coleman unfastened the clasp at the front of her bra, letting a pair of breasts pop out. He squeezed the left breast with his hands, carefully examining the brown freckles on the breast that was deformed under the pressure. He moved his hand to the right breast, this time just slowly and gently kneading it along the shape of the breast.

"You have nice tits, are they C cup?"

"Well, well..." The young woman lowered her head with tears in her eyes and remained silent.

Coleman continued to play with the young woman's breasts, this time he used his thumb and index finger to pinch the gradually hardening nipples. Feeling unsatisfied, Coleman simply sat in the passenger seat of the car. He lifted up the young woman's skirt, pulled her white panties up to her thighs, reached his hand between her tightly clamped thighs, and slowly stroked along the inside of her thighs towards the crotch area.

"Coleman, something's happening and we have to go," Skwalski shouted, leaning his head out of the patrol car.

Coleman took his hands off the young woman and left her car. "Remember to call a taxi next time."

He returned to the patrol car and drove away with Skwarsky without looking back.

"How about it?"

"She was great. Ripe, full breasts, nice nipples. She even let me reach up her thighs and touch her pubic mound. I don't know why she did that, she wasn't that bad."

"Is she scared?"

"Shaking like a puppy," Coleman chuckled.

“Miller might be able to go a step further,” Skwarsky said.

"Yeah." Coleman nodded. "Miller always knows how far he can go from the beginning."

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On the other side of the city, patrol officers Rapp and Crabbe were following a car that was clearly doing the swing dance until the vehicle reached a fork in the road with few buildings and trees and bushes on both sides. They asked the car in front to stop, and the two of them got out together to give the girl who was driving a breathalyzer test. They asked her to walk in a straight line, touch her nose, and then bend over and touch her big toe, and she did it neither well nor badly, just average.

Rapp and Krabby repeatedly asked the girl to bend over so that they could see her red panties exposed through her low-rise shorts, and of course, the girl was pretty.

After threatening to take her back to the police station for detention, Crabbe gave the girl a Coleman-style ultimatum. "You need to accept the treatment and take off your clothes."

"What? Why?" the girl asked.

"Don't ask why, just do as you are told and take off your clothes."

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

"I'll say it one last time. Take off your clothes." Crabbe ordered fiercely.

The girl slowly pulled the edge of the T-shirt and pulled it off upwards. Now her upper body was completely naked. She clasped her hands across her chest to cover her body, while untying her long black hair and letting it fall down. She was now nearly naked, wearing only high heels and her short red hot pants. Crabbe and Rapp's greedy eyes kept sliding over the girl's conical breasts, dark areolas and nipples that stood firm in the air.

"You said your house was only three blocks from here?" Crabbe asked.

"Yes." The topless girl answered with her head down.

"Okay, then you walk home now and we'll follow you."

The girl gave the officers a look of disbelief, but the two officers simply returned to their patrol car.

The girl had no choice but to pick up her clothes and slowly walk home. The two policemen in the patrol car sat in the car, staring at the girl's twisting buttocks as she walked. The two sexy buttocks rose and fell alternately with her steps in the tight red hot pants.

"That's a nice ass," Rapp commented from his seat in the car. “It’s not the best, but it’s okay.”

"How am I doing?" Crabbe asked.

"Excellent," Rapp agreed.

"I did it with Miller down this street. It was in the daytime and not far from here. Damn, now I want to fuck a chick tonight. Do you think Miller would let this chick take her pants off and pinch her nipples?"

"It's hard to say. Miller always knows how far he can go from the beginning."

"That's right. He just has the talent."

"And experience. He started doing this when I was a rookie." Rapp and Crabbe "escorted" the girl all the way back to her home, then started the car and drove away, leaving their last glances to the girl's buttocks that were still twisting as she walked.

In an alley on the other side of the city, rookie detective Graham sat on the trunk of his patrol car, listening to the constant "tsk tsk" sucking sound behind him, while his partner, Senior Officer Miller, sat in the back seat of the patrol car, his body sunk into the shadows of the bushes. A slim prostitute is giving a blowjob to senior police officer Miller. Her fast pace and dexterous movements are what only an experienced prostitute can do. Senior police officer Miller finally ejaculated his semen into the prostitute's mouth comfortably. The prostitute waited until senior police officer Miller stopped twitching before she opened the car door and spit the mouthful of semen on the ground. Senior Constable Miller slowly zipped up his police uniform pants, holding a small glass bottle he had found in a prostitute's bra.

"What is this, Savannah? Are you going to tell me this is Coca-Cola? Or Pepsi?" Miller asked with a smile.

"You're right," Savannah replied.

"I think I confiscated this thing," Miller said.

"Don't take them all, damn it. It's a lot."

"Okay, I'll take half." Miller poured out half of the white powder in the vial and returned the rest of the vial to Savannah, who immediately left without looking back. Miller then let Graham drive the car out of the alley.

"Kid, how about some Savannah?" Miller asked Graham.

"Forget it. I don't touch whores' stuff. Fucking a young pussy is different from having a whore give you a free blowjob."

"I know what you mean," Miller said. "But sometimes you can only do the best you can. Sometimes you may not catch a single case in a whole day of patrol. Other times, boom, a heavy meaty butt suddenly sits on your knees. As long as you know how to make a deal, then things go back to the original situation, and I'm still a policeman, just pretend nothing happened. So..." Miller ended his long speech with one sentence. "We have to keep our eyes open at all times and not miss any opportunity."

Chapter 2 Arrest in the Park

At first, my father agreed to drive me and several teammates from the basketball team to the game, but he suddenly received an assignment to go on a business trip. My mom had to drive us to the competition instead. The other teammates had their own parents to drive them, and we had to pick up a few people whose parents were not available. I was not very familiar with them, we just trained together. During the first game I discovered one of their secrets: they were very interested in my mother's body. They didn’t bother to be cautious around me because they didn’t know the woman they were observing was my mother. "Look over there, that long-legged woman has really big nipples." When I heard this, I looked in the direction they were talking and found out they were talking about my mother. They continued chatting, saying dirty things, and talking about whether they could get my mother into bed.

"Show her our muscles and our dicks. She will definitely love them. Hehe."

Of course I felt a little unhappy when I heard this, and even wanted to beat up a few guys who said it particularly loudly. But I felt very strange at the time. Why, even though I was angry, my stomach felt hot and my lower body felt swollen?

At first, I also tried to get myself excited by thinking about my mother's body. Sometimes my mother would walk around the house without wearing a bra in her pajamas. I still remember one time our family drove to a reservoir with few people for a self-guided tour. My mother was wearing pajamas at night, and I saw her cleavage and her pubic hair that could not be covered by her pajamas. I was so excited that I hid in my tent to masturbate, imagining that my mother was wearing the black sexy pajamas that she had worn a long time ago and I found in her closet. She was standing in front of me, winking at me and saying in a baby voice, "Son, I need you." Then she took off her pajamas, sat on me naked and let me fuck her.

One day during the summer vacation, two carpenters came to my house to fix the leaking wall. I noticed that he was secretly looking at my mother. She was wearing a very casual short-sleeved shirt that day. When she bent down, her cleavage was exposed and even her big nipples could be seen. The two carpenters were giving each other secret signals in tacit understanding. At this moment, I suddenly thought that if I was not at home today, the two strong carpenters might not be able to control their desire and carry my mother to the room on the second floor to gang rape her. Maybe they would knock her out, put her in small bread and sell her to Eastern Europe, or simply kill her after raping her to death. When I thought of them strangling my mother's neck with an ink line, and she was struggling naked with her breasts shaking, her face flushed, and her two kicking thighs splashing semen from her vagina from time to time, I couldn't help masturbating in the room. It was then that I realized that my mother might be the type that many men like. At the same time, I also realized that I might be a little perverted, harboring such cruel and terrible sexual fantasies about my mother. This was completely different from what I usually thought I was doing.

At the game that afternoon, my mother was sitting in the audience with the parents of several other classmates and teammates. One couple lived across the street from us, and I felt incredibly uncomfortable seeing a man other than my father talking to my mother. The weather is very hot today. Before going out in the evening, my mother wore a slightly tight orange short-sleeved shirt and a knee-length canvas skirt with coarse stripes. She was afraid of the heat, so she didn't wear her usual thick bra, but a thin bra with thin straps, which revealed two "bumps" on her chest. The fathers of several classmates praised my mother's good figure with ulterior motives, but my mother just smiled and ignored them. Just before the game started, two teammates ran to the bottom of the audience and did it. They wanted to see if they could see my mother's underwear under her skirt. I think they thought that if they were lucky, they might even be able to see the crack in her underwear, although I also wanted to join them. However, they probably knew this time that the aunt they had been observing was my mother, so they tried to avoid me and didn't talk endlessly in front of me like they did before. I pretended not to notice these situations and continued to warm up on the court to prepare for the game. I don't know whose father bought my mother a bottle of cold drink and took her to the convenience store in the rest area to chat for a while. But my mother came back soon with a soda in her hand. When she bent down and squeezed through the seated audience to walk to her seat, two men from the top of the audience tried to look at the cleavage that my mother showed when she bent down, and talked excitedly. My mother had already had some concerns, so while holding the soda in one hand, she covered the neckline of her short-sleeved shirt with the other hand. Unfortunately, that only made the clothes fit tighter to her body, and the shape of her breasts became more obvious. In the process of returning to her seat, my mother's breasts seemed to jump out of her bra. She carefully put her breasts back in a posture that tried not to be noticed. Because she was always looking for me on the field, she didn't notice that her every move was actually being seen by others, including me. I was sitting behind several cheerleaders at the time, so she couldn't see me. However, I was sitting in the wrong direction and in the back row of the other school's cheerleading team. So I was wondering why I didn't know any of the cheerleaders this time and they all seemed to be hostile to me. I pretended to be nothing while secretly wondering what I had done to them?

As a result, we lost the game in the same city. The furious coach called us outside the open-air stadium and scolded us. My mother was anxiously making gestures to me in the audience, but I could only pretend not to see it. I knew she wanted to get home before the rush hour. When we were leaving, the two teammates who were supposed to take our car were gone, Paul. Wilder and Jesse. Kamal, I later found them in a small woods outside the field. So, my mom, Paul, Jesse, Darren. Brown, Mike. Tyke, Rick. Savage and I got into the van together.

When the car started, there was a faint strange smell in the car, which smelled like the smell of a campfire when camping by the lake in the summer, but I felt that the smell was a little familiar, and suddenly I realized that it seemed to be the smell of marijuana.

Mom started the car, and before leaving the parking lot, a police car circled in front of us. In fact, it had been following us from the parking lot, but no one noticed. At first, my mother thought everything was fine and tried to speed up to bypass the police car. The police car immediately turned on its lights and sounded its sirens. After my mother stopped the car, two policemen got out of the police car and approached our car from both sides.

My mother rolled down the window of the cab. The two teammates sitting in the back were laughing and cursing at the police. My mother turned around and whispered to them, saying, "No one is allowed to speak for a while. I will handle it." After she turned around, a policeman with grease and dandruff on his hair and the smell of sweat in his hat stuck his head into the car and asked my mother for her driver's license. While looking at the license, he suddenly raised his head and said vigilantly, "I smell marijuana."

My mother raised her head and sniffed. The police officer looked at her with a vigilant look. My mother stammered, "Um... um..., this..."

"Turn off the engine immediately and remove the key," the police ordered. At the same time, holding the radio on his shoulder, he said hurriedly: "...There are seven suspects, requesting support, our location is..."

"Ma'am, please get out of the car."

Reluctantly, my mother pulled out the car key, unbuckled her seat belt, opened the door and got out of the car.

"Please stand in front of the patrol car," the police said. As my mother walked past him, the police officer's eyes were running up and down her body.

"Walk to the side of the patrol car and put your hands on the roof." Mom turned and looked at us, then placed her hands on the roof of the patrol car as the police officer instructed.

Our van and the police car blocked the exit of the parking lot. There was a long convoy behind us. Everyone got out of the car to see what was happening. Among them were many of my classmates, teammates, and their parents. When they saw the police order my mother to put her hands on the roof of the police car, everyone gathered around. The policeman with greasy hair walked around to the passenger seat where I was sitting and asked me to get out of the car. "Put your hands on the roof of the van." After I did so, the policeman with a crew cut and greasy hair stood beside me and looked at me. The policeman opened the door of the van again and said, "All of you get out, one at a time, one after another, don't be too fast and don't dawdle." After they all got out of the car, they put their hands on the roof of the van like me, and then the policeman asked us to line up again.

At this time, another police car arrived. One of the two people who got off was a police officer. His epaulettes were more senior than the others. He had a smooth forehead, was very tall, and had a big belly. It seemed that he was the one who gave orders. The officer with greasy hair said to him, "There were six men and one woman. I saw two of the men smoking marijuana and then hiding in the car. The woman driving the car tried to escape from us. After we asked her to stop, she told the others not to talk. We are just asking them to get out of the car and put their hands on the roof. We haven't searched the suspects or the car yet."

It was complete bullshit that my mom was trying to drive away, but Paul and Jesse might have been smoking a joint before I found them, which made our losing night seem even worse.

At this time, the lieutenant gave the order: "You and Coleman search the male suspects." The two policemen who stopped us at the beginning began to search us, and I was the first to be unlucky. The crew-haired detective started from my shoulders, then my hands, armpits, and down the sides of my body, then to my thighs, inside, and even my genitals. The other people next to me were also searched in the same way.

The senior officer got into our minivan and came out dangling my mother's purse.

"I have to examine the female suspect separately." I swear when he said this, the greased-haired policeman gave the senior policeman a knowing smirk. I may not be sure what the senior police officer said exactly, but my mother suddenly became the center of the incident. The patrol car's still-running engine noise mixed with that of the van, and we all watched as my mother leaned over the patrol car with her hands on the hood, her tight skirt so short that her smooth thighs were visible and her dangling nipples were visible and invisible. The senior police officer slowly walked behind my mother, and without saying a word, he suddenly put his hand on my mother's shoulder, quickly handcuffed her hands behind her back, then wrapped his big hand around my mother's waist, and put his other elbow on her waist, and his palm on my mother's chest through her shirt. My mother began to breathe in panic. I stood at the back of the van, away from my six teammates. From here I could clearly see the senior police officer and my mother about 12 feet away. I saw him pushing her breasts out of her bra through her shirt, and even exposing her shirt. He quickly kneaded my mother's breasts with his hands, starting from the bottom and kneading her breasts in circles. He pressed his body on my mother, lifted up my mother's coarse cloth skirt from the bottom, and reached in with his right hand to touch her thigh without stockings, and then moved up to her shirt. My mother was pressed so hard that she couldn't move and could only cry out in protest. Just as my mother was shouting and screaming, the senior police officer pinched the crotch of her thighs hard again.

The senior police officer stepped back temporarily, leaving my mother, with her hands cuffed behind her back, panicking in front of the patrol car, gasping for air. I looked at my teammates to see if any of them had seen what I had just seen. I looked at everyone else and found that about 50 guys had also seen their mothers being assaulted by a senior police officer, including all of my teammates, of course, as well as the fathers of five other teammates and the mothers of at least two classmates. The mother of one of my classmates said to her husband indignantly, "He can't do that, can he?" And her husband just shrugged helplessly. She then shouted at the senior officer: "You can't do that. Searching women must be done by female officers."

The senior police officer stepped back and looked at the student's mother with a mocking look, "If there is no female officer here, I have the right to search the female suspect."

"What felony?" asked a classmate's father. "I heard it was just two kids smoking marijuana."

The senior police officer glared at my classmate's father fiercely, then he picked up my mother's wallet and took out a small glass bottle from it. "This was cocaine found in her purse, in an amount that would constitute a felony."

The noisy crowd suddenly became quiet. This was so surprising. I thought it must be a misunderstanding and there might be something else in the glass bottle. I didn't realize it was a frame-up until it happened. There were still people in the crowd who were angry, and finally the senior police officer picked up his radio and said, "Calling female police officers for backup!"

Senior Officer Miller opened my mother's handcuffs and ordered, "Now turn around and stand up straight facing me. Then close your eyes, raise your hands from the sides, and touch your nose with your index finger." He was doing a sobriety test on my mother, "Use your right hand, not your left." My mother had no choice but to do as he ordered. It was humiliating for her to do such a thing in front of so many people, especially when she thought about the people around her who had just watched the senior police officer playing with her body under the pretext of searching her. At this time, Miller asked his mother to stand in a small open space between the two parking spaces, and walk a straight distance with her front foot next to her back foot.

My mother started walking in a straight line to take the sobriety test as Miller requested. After walking a few steps, Miller asked her to turn around and start with her back to the patrol car. "Now stop, close your knees, then bend over and touch the big toe of your left foot with your right hand." My mother hesitated for a moment and then began to bend over slowly. Her clothes today were relatively tight. As she bent over, her skirt slowly tightened her buttocks. What was worse was that it began to slide down, exposing her back and buttocks. By the time her arms had just reached the middle of her calves, her skirt had almost slipped down to her thighs, revealing her pink panties. "Keep bending over," Miller ordered. My mother had to maintain her bent posture. At this time, all the police officers and my teammates were staring at my mother's pink panties wrapped around her buttocks, and the small bulge in the panties between her tightly clamped thighs. The dark pubic hair could be seen. The mother remained bent over with her butt on display until Miller asked her to stand up and then go back to the patrol car and put her hands on the roof of the patrol car.

Chapter 3 Strip Searches in Public Places

The patrol officer came out of our van with the locker bag of one of my teammates. "I found some joints." He opened the bag and pulled out something that looked like marijuana and showed it to the senior officer. I didn't know whose bag it was, but I guessed it was either Paul or Jesse's bag. Another police officer took out a large roll of yellow warning tape from the trunk of the patrol car to seal off the scene. "There are too many suspects, and we don't have enough handcuffs." So he began to tear off the yellow warning tape, first asked me to put my hands behind my back, and then tied my wrists. The other teammates did the same. However, they put metal handcuffs on my mother. Her hands were handcuffed behind her back. Her nipples, which had already slipped out of her bra, became more prominent. I dare say that when she bent over just now, most of her breasts had slipped out of her bra. Now they looked bigger and fuller, and her nipples were firmly supporting her shirt. Through the collar of her shirt, you could see a hint of the light brown areola of her left breast. The mother was obviously not thinking about these things yet, she looked very scared and anxious.

A few minutes later, the third police car finally arrived, and this time two police officers, a man and a woman, came to provide support. The policewoman had golden hair tied behind her head. She had a pretty face and a decent figure except that her shoulders were too broad and her butt was a little big. She also exuded too much masculinity. I was surprised at myself because I was not afraid at all in this situation. Instead, I was comparing the breasts of the policewoman under her tight uniform with my mother's.

The senior police officer said to the female police officer, "Cocaine was found in the wallet of the female suspect. I just searched her, but I need you to do a more detailed and comprehensive search. All places where small items might be hidden must not be left out, such as..." The senior police officer glanced at my mother's butt.

The policewoman glanced around at the onlookers. "Is it right here?"

"Please remember that your duty first and foremost is that of a police officer, Easter." The senior detective said in a stern tone, but while saying this he was staring at a couple in the crowd. The couple seemed quite dissatisfied with his order for the female police officer to conduct a "full body search" right on the spot, and were shouting in protest.

The policewoman walked towards my mother and looked her up and down from behind for almost a minute. The policewoman gently inserted her fingers into my mother's shoulder-length brown hair and searched carefully. This was probably the last tenderness she showed. "Turn around." Mom turned around as the policewoman said. Her hands were still handcuffed behind her back, and she could only face policewoman Easter with a pitiful look. "Open your mouth." The policewoman said impatiently, shining the flashlight into my mother's mouth. "Lift up your tongue." She used the flashlight to look carefully at my mother's mouth again, and only let my mother turn around when she was satisfied.

My mother stood facing the hood of the police car, and the policewoman asked her to bend over the hood. As soon as she said this, she roughly pressed my mother's shoulders against the hood of the police car from behind. My mother's upper body was firmly pressed against the hood, which was still a little hot. "Open your legs." Mom slowly spread her legs apart. From my point of view, it should be enough for the policewoman to search, but the policewoman perhaps felt it was not enough. She kicked Mom's legs hard to spread them wider.

Looking at my mother sticking her butt out and spreading her legs, I felt my lower body starting to harden again. What on earth does this policewoman want to do? My teammates who were standing at the same angle as me were all looking at my mother, as well as the parents of my classmates who had gathered in the parking lot, other adults, and some insignificant people who were just joining in the fun. I think there should be more than 70 people here.

Easter imitated the senior police officer and groped along her mother's ribs with her hands. Then, her hands touched her mother's waist, reached into her clothes from the hem of her shirt, and turned her shirt up from the bottom to the back of her neck. Her mother's smooth back and the white bra straps were completely exposed to everyone.

Although Easter's movements were fast, to me it was like watching a slow-motion movie. I could even pay attention to every subtle movement. After Easter lifted up my mother's shirt, she asked her mother to raise her hands and turn around. She then reached her hands into her mother's bra from the bottom and groped inside roughly. My mother raised her hands in shame, bit her lips and turned her face to the side, letting her breasts jump out of her bra and sway in the air.

I heard Jesse say, "Oh my God," and there were some murmurs of praise from the others, some whistles, and even two women exclaiming in low voices. These people were all staring at Mom's bouncing nipples. Mom's breasts now looked much bigger than when she was in a bra. The fat on that lovely pair of chests was white with a bluish tint. And from my current perspective, they were particularly white, while the nipples were particularly black. The high contrast made Mom's breasts look very provocative.

Policewoman Easter didn't pause at all. She lifted up my mother's breasts and shook her big brown nipples, and reached her other hand into her bra to search for drugs. I stared at my mother's nipples shaking in the air. My mother lowered her head, pretending nothing had happened, but I knew she was very scared at the moment. Although this process happened very quickly, I think I will never forget how my mother's nipples shook in the air. I will always remember that look. I had seen this pair of beautiful breasts hiding in my mother's pajamas, and guessed what they looked like from the marks of the nipples. But now, seeing East holding my mother's breasts and letting her nipples swing in the air, while my mother could only let others play with her breasts in humiliation, this sight made my lower body swell and ache. I was extremely angry at what these damn police officers did, but on the other hand, they put my mother's breasts and nipples clearly in front of me. It was the first time that I could share my mother's sexy breasts with others so unobstructed, and my mother couldn't say anything. The feeling of sharing with others really made me heartbroken. On the one hand, the heartache came from sharing with others, and on the other hand, perhaps it was the feeling of secret pleasure that hurt me internally. This was an extremely naked pornographic scene, and the heroine was my mother. I simply couldn't bear it anymore. It was too fucking exciting.

Easter reached out her hand to her mother's lower body, but she didn't mean to pull off her mother's skirt. She first lifted her mother's breasts, pretending to check the bottom of her breasts, and then let go and let her breasts bounce away. Her mother's shirt and bra were still hanging on her breasts, leaving the two lumps of plump breasts exposed.

Then, Easter pinched Mom's butt through her skirt and checked Mom's thighs along the circumference. Suddenly, with a quick and experienced movement, she pulled the folds of the skirt up high, until it was above my mother's panties. The skirt was pinched into a ball and tied into a knot, fixed on the mother's waist. The mother's body was still in the posture of supporting the hood of the police car. The pink cotton underwear was tightly stretched on the mother's raised big buttocks. With a lightning-fast movement, Easter suddenly pulled the underwear to the mother's knees, which immediately attracted a new round of attention. Some people whistled, some whispered, some applauded, and some women complained, while my teammates obviously approved of this scene.

Mom's buttocks were stretched toward the middle because Easter asked her to do so. She was carefully examining the edge of Mom's panties. God knows what this has to do with "stretch your buttocks for me"? Perhaps it was because after Easter finished examining my mother's armpits, he suddenly reached his hand into my mother's hairy vulva, which made my mother instinctively squeeze her buttocks together out of panic, trying to use her thighs to clamp Easter's hand to prevent her from touching and pinching her pubic hair. Of course, from my current angle I can't see my mother's body very clearly. I can only see a wisp of brown-black pubic hair occasionally appearing from my mother's twisting lower body. It is the same color as her hair. Before this, I had seen a few strands of pubic hair accidentally exposed from the edge of my mother's swimsuit, but I didn't expect her pubic hair to be so thick.

The crowd buzzed, and the woman who had protested shouted again at the first police officer: "Why are you doing this? You know this is a public place!"

The police officer grinned and replied, "The law stipulates that female police officers have the right to conduct naked searches on female suspects, but the law does not strictly stipulate when this is allowed and when it is not allowed. So, we rely on the law."

The woman's husband angrily yelled, "Come on, stop talking nonsense. You know it's wrong."

The senior police officer took a big step forward with a threatening look in his eyes and said to the protesters fiercely: "Listen to me, everyone. We are now conducting a felony scene investigation in accordance with legal procedures. If any of you want to obstruct the police, it is a crime! And those who think they are very smart, if you keep talking incessantly, I can lend you a pair of handcuffs to handcuff yourself and then send you to the cell for a short vacation, and it will be immediately!"

This stern warning immediately quieted the crowd, and no one protested against the police's actions. Rather than being handcuffed and imprisoned for "heroic behavior", everyone suddenly felt that it was safer to continue quietly watching my mother's step-by-step "exposure".

At this time, Easter finished her examination of my mother's anus. She quickly pulled her fingers out of my mother's trembling body. My mother seemed to have let out a long sigh. She lay limply on the hood of the police car, gasping for breath. Easter sneered and continued to reach out to my mother's lower body. She suddenly inserted her middle finger into my mother's labia majora and shook her hand vigorously. The pain that my mother had just experienced started again in another part of the body. She began to tense her body again, crying softly, and groaning in pain.

Easter had already inserted three fingers into my mother's lower body. My mother's crying and gasping became more and more shrill, but Easter turned a deaf ear to it. She used her other hand to press on my mother's lower abdomen and searched. It seemed that my mother had been trying not to make any sound, because she knew it was embarrassing, but Easter's ravage of her lower body was really unbearable for her. After intermittent crying and groaning, my mother suddenly raised her head high and screamed "Ah..." The sound sounded creepy, and her body trembled violently as if she was electrocuted.

After Easter finished searching my mother's vagina, she slowly pulled out her fingers, then carefully peeled the gloves off her hands and threw them on the ground carelessly. Mom could finally catch her breath. Her twisted body lay on the hood, gasping like an animal, with her eyes closed and saliva flowing from the corners of her mouth. I was surprised to find that my mother's nipples were erect. Easter glanced at my mother with contempt, quickly pulled my mother's belt to pull her pants back, and put down the shirt that was pulled up, which excited the onlookers. After Easter pulled down my mother's shirt, she touched my mother's breasts through the shirt. My mother seemed to have no strength left and could only let her do whatever she wanted. Unexpectedly, Easter just found the bra that was turned out of its original position through the clothes, pulled it back, and grabbed my mother's breasts and stuffed her bra back into her breasts like stuffing something into a plastic bag. The action was swift and rude, and I heard a dull boo from the crowd, which was a boo of disappointment.

Esther walked back to the senior officer in small steps. She spoke loudly so that I could hear her and the senior officer clearly. She said, "Did you see that woman's last tremor? Can you believe it? This bitch came while I was searching her!"

The crowd heard what Easter said, and they began to whisper and laugh maliciously, with my teammates laughing particularly wildly. My mother, who was gasping for breath with her head down, also heard the commotion in the crowd, and she lowered her head even lower.

Chapter 4 Now, we are in prison

The greasy-haired policeman walked up to the senior police officer and reported, "Miller, we have completed the search, but all we found is this marijuana pipe."

"That's enough, this is enough to lock these guys up. Listen, Rapp!" Miller thought for a moment and said, "You and Crabbe stay here and wait for the tow truck to come and tow this van away. Easter, you load these three little guys into your car and take them back." He pointed at Paul, Jesse and Mike. "I'll get the remaining three and the female suspect into my car." From the sound of his orders, I would have to go to jail with my mother this time, and the damn Darren and Rick.

I watched as the others got into East's car one by one, and the rest, including me, had no choice but to get into Miller's car. "Let the female suspects sit in the middle seat and prevent them from colluding with each other in the car," Miller instructed his partner. The crowd around were still watching. They watched excitedly as my mother was taken into Miller's car with her hands handcuffed behind her back. Her top was still messy, her skirt was high on one side and low on the other, and even her bra was still tucked into her clothes. I noticed that my mother's left nipple was still standing outside the bra, and it was quite obvious against the shirt.

Two police officers opened the right sliding door of Miller's patrol car and helped my mother get into the car carefully. Because my mother's hands were handcuffed behind her back, it was very inconvenient for her to move. The door of the patrol car was high, and my mother struggled to lift her left leg to get into the car. Because her skirt was not smoothed out, when she raised her leg high, I saw her naked lower body again. Her pink panties were loosely pulled on her thighs, unable to cover her vagina at all. Her thick pubic hair and dark labia were clearly visible, which made me and the other onlookers very excited. I felt that my mother was unknowingly giving everyone a free and exciting adult show. Darren, Rick, and I were crammed into the last row of the patrol car, while my mom sat in the middle row, Officer Miller sat in the passenger seat, and a young officer was driving.

I leaned forward a little and saw Miller put his hand on my mother's thigh, stroking it slowly and pulling up her skirt. My mother said nothing, staring out the window and moaning softly. Suddenly the car started and I was thrown against the back door, which hit me hard.

"What's going on? Sit the fuck up," Miller said.

"The policewoman didn't pull my bra back into place just now." said my mother trembling. "The bottom edge of the bra hurts me!" I think my mother must be in so much pain that she dared to say it.

"All right, let me help you," Miller said lasciviously, and he put his hands under the hem of my mom's shirt, and I could see his hands going all the way up, squeezing my mom's nipples tightly. It did look like he was adjusting my mom's bra, but from the pleased expression on his face, it seemed like he didn't mind spending a lot of time on this job, especially with his hands moving up and down my mom's breasts.

"Ah...this, this...please stop it!" Mom's moaning turned into scolding. Miller grinned and slowly removed his hand from my mom's nipple and pulled it out of her shirt.

It was obvious that Miller had not done anything to "help" at all. After a while, my mother shook herself, blushed, and said with difficulty, "That's enough. Please be more respectful."

"Okay, you're in enough trouble, stop causing trouble," Miller said.

At this time, I leaned forward again to take a closer look. It turned out that Miller's bear claws were moving back and forth in my mother's skirt. It looked like he was using his left hand to fiddle with my mother's labia. My mother didn't complain anymore. She could only helplessly pretend that nothing had happened. She looked out the window, shrank in her position, tried to twist her body, and made suppressed and incoherent gasps. I think this is not a search permitted by law. As Miller just said, all the search work on the suspect should have been completed by Easter just now. These are just "extras" from Officer Miller. Miller's hands were obviously gradually leading my mother step by step towards the physical "climax" in the difficult situation. Watching my mother's cheeks getting redder and her eyes gradually becoming blurred, and letting out a gentle hum, my cock became hard again. Watching Miller smilingly ravaging my mother's lower body with his hands, while my mother spread her legs to cooperate with Miller's "search".

Finally, I finally plucked up the courage to yell at Miller, "Take your dirty hands away from me." However, my mother glared at me with a strange look and quite resentment, and at this time, the police car had already driven into the police station.

We were taken to the waiting area at the back of the police station and told that we could sit "comfortably" on the plastic chairs in the waiting area while waiting to be questioned. Opposite this row of "luxury seats" was a desk in the waiting area. A South American police officer on duty sat there guarding a cabinet filled with various forms, clocks, radios, and a bunch of cameras on the wall facing us. On the left side of the desk is a corridor with doors that can be opened on both sides. At the end of the corridor is a small room with a metal door. There are electric wires on the only glass window.

While we were waiting, the "respectable" Officer Miller and his partners Graham, Easter, and Warrick were busy filling out various forms for our arrest. Miller said briskly, "OK, East, take the female suspect to room 103 for a search."

Esther grabbed my mother's arm and pulled her up. "Let's go." She pulled my mother across the hall and into the second door on the right side of the hall.

As soon as the two of them walked in, Miller said to the Latin American civilian police officer, "Escalante, turn the surveillance channel to room 103."

In fact, from where we sat we had an unobstructed view of Room 103 (these guys had excellent eyesight! Translator's note). The light in the room was on, indicating that the room was in use, but the door was open.

Miller, Graham, and Warrick gathered outside the room in silence. The greasy-haired policeman and his partner Crabbe also appeared in front of Miller. Of course, Coleman and Skewalski were also there.

Paul whispered something to Rick and then pointed at the monitor Escalante was watching. Then he leaned toward me and said, "Your mother is on TV." I looked toward the monitor and, sure enough, I could see my mother standing toward the camera, with the back of Easter's head visible.

Escalante turned up the volume with interest, so I could vaguely hear Easter talking to my mother. At this time, Mom's handcuffs had been uncuffed and she was taking off her shoes and socks under Easter's supervision.

"Take off your shirt."

"But didn't you just search it?" Mom complained.

"Listen, these are necessary procedures before we take you to detention," Easter replied.

I watched on the monitor as my mother crossed her arms reluctantly, pulled her pullover over her head, and prepared to take it off.

"Hey, man!" I yelled to Escalante. "What are you doing? Is this the entertainment channel? Watching a lady being searched?"

Escalante gave me a disdainful look, shrugged, and said, "According to our superiors' regulations, we are required to videotape the process of strip searches as a means of obtaining evidence. Not only us, but police in many cities also do this."

"So she...the person you're watching now, does she know? She's being recorded?" Mike asked.

"I doubt it," Escalante said. "The camera is in another room, recording the interior of the room through a two-way mirror. But the microphone is in that room."

As we spoke, a third pair of men, Rapp and Coleman, came in and quickly joined Miller's party. Graham, Rapp, and Warrick walked to the room next to Room 103. There was no light on, but the interior of Room 103 was clearly visible through the two-way mirror. I guess they could see the entire process of my mother being naked searched. However, Miller and Coleman, who were more shameless, stood directly outside Room 103 and looked into the room without any obstruction.

My teammates and I looked at each other, but we quickly turned our attention to the monitor. My mother stood in the room wearing only a bra and panties, and Esther's back kept appearing and disappearing in the screen. "Take off your bra," she ordered.

After Jesse and Paul had a few words, Jesse turned to me and said, "I'm so sorry Randy, but I got an erection just looking at your mom. She's such a hottie."

At this time, Crabbe, the partner of the greasy-haired guy, came out of the aisle while smoking a cigarette. When he heard Jesse's words, he began to laugh lasciviously, while staring at the monitor intently. At this time, Esther was carefully examining my mother's bra. She took the bra in her hands, examined it inch by inch, and then threw it on the ground. "And your skirt." Mom had to hurriedly untie her skirt. When she bent down to take her skirt off, her plump breasts swayed in the air, looking really tempting.

My mother is now standing in the room shyly wearing only a pair of underwear. I remember that most of the underwear in my mother's closet at home were white, with only about two colorful striped underwear, because my mother felt that the patterns looked too sexy and not solemn enough, but she still kept some. Unfortunately, what she was wearing today was a pair of pink underwear, which tightly wrapped her lower body, and some pubic hair was floating out from the edge. Although my mother's lower abdomen had some bulging fat, it was considered good for a 40-year-old woman.

"Don't play dumb, there are still underwear." Easter said impatiently.

My mother lowered her head, hooked the edge of her panties with her thumb and slowly took off her panties. For a moment, everyone watching in front of the monitor held their breath. The first thing I paid attention to was the pair of large breasts that were hanging in the air again when my mother bent over. The breasts were trembling and making Crabbe click his tongue. But everyone immediately stared at the dark triangle area of ​​my mother's lower body. The soft brown pubic hair covered the faintly visible dark labia, which seemed to be a little wet.

"That's a lot of hair," Darren couldn't help but comment as he looked at it.

"I like mature women like this." Jesse added.

"Me too." Krabby blew out a smoke ring and nodded in agreement.

"Now, just jump where you are, harder, until I say stop." Easter continued to give instructions.

In response to Easter's order, her mother gave her a look full of confusion and resentment, and Easter repeated her order loudly again. The mother had no choice but to follow Easter's instructions and dance on the spot, raising her arms as her body danced.

"Why do you do this?" Paul asked.

Escalante answered every question like an old friend. "If she has something contraband hidden inside her body, this movement will cause the small item to come out."

Rick and Jesse laughed at my mother's bouncing breasts. When my mother jumped, her breasts flew up and her nipples almost reached her chin. When she fell, her nipples fell to her belly button along with her breasts. When Easter asked my mother to jump higher, her breasts suddenly began to swing up and down and left and right in different directions. Sometimes the two breasts drew circles on her chest, and sometimes they collided heavily with each other, and my mother screamed in pain.

Krabby looked at the six of us with interest. No one came to register our names yet, so naturally no police officer realized that I was the son of the female suspect they were playing with. "You guys all like this woman, right? Does anyone want a copy of this video?"

"Me, me, I want it." Jesse, Paul and Rick shouted almost at the same time.

"Hey, Escalante," Crabbe turned and said casually, "Prepare six copies for the kids when the time comes." Escalante nodded nonchalantly and began to prepare, as if it were a daily job.

Krabbe continued, "I'll give it to you later. But first you have to tell me who the marijuana pipe belongs to." I suddenly realized that this was a trap, but I still found it hard to believe that the police would use my mother's nude video as bait.

"Turn around," Easter continued. The mother then turned her back to Easter and the camera, and her big naked butt suddenly appeared on the screen. "Put your hands on the table and spread your legs." There was a wooden table in front of my mother, so she put her hands on the table like she did in the park, then leaned forward, with her legs straight and her big white butt raised towards Easter. I really like my mother's long and narrow buttocks. I can even see some flying pubic hair between her parted legs.

I looked around. There were two police officers outside Room 103, two in the waiting room, and two watching the monitors. Together with the six of us, there were a total of 12 men admiring my mother's naked body. This gave me an inexplicable sense of pride, and I was happy for my mother's charm. I love my mother. I never imagined that a housewife could be the protagonist of everyone, although I was one of them and I got an erection because of the humiliation she suffered. Although I knew how much physical and mental harm her would suffer because of what happened in the park and of course the naked search she was enduring now, I still found it fun. I thought my mother would never know how bad things were, the evil one-way mirror and the men drooling at her naked body.

Easter put her fingers into my mother's pubic hair again. She stirred it for a while and then pulled her hand out. She then put her hands on my mother's breasts, especially the bottom of the breasts, and then lifted the breasts up. I think Easter was even looking at my mother's breasts carefully at this time, and then she squeezed her breasts hard with a look of disgust. Mom groaned in pain, and Easter impatiently slapped her raised butt hard. "What are you snorting for? Stop pretending to be pitiful. I've seen you like this many times."

Easter then took out a pair of rubber gloves, put them on and applied some lubricant on both sides of the gloved hands. Then, she spread my mother's buttocks apart and inserted a finger into my mother's anus. My mother whimpered loudly, and her tears made the 12 men who were watching feel particularly excited. Easter inserted his fingers deeper and deeper into my mother's anus, then made strong circles digging inside my mother's body. My mother was shaking all over and crying even harder, letting out trembling cries from time to time. "ah…

…「

This time, Easter took me much, much longer than I expected.

Easter finally pulled her wet fingers out of my mother's body, then squatted behind my mother, keeping her head one foot away from my mother's buttocks. She lifted my mother's buttocks with her hands and stared at my mother's vagina carefully. Then she gently pinched my mother's labia with both hands and separated them to the left and right. At this time, she also changed her position so that the monitor could clearly capture my mother's vagina. The two brown and thick labia still had a damp reflection. The smell coming out of it made Easter turn around and frowned at the camera. Krabby said "Oh" and stopped when he was about to say something. Easter then inserted his middle finger into my mother's vagina. My mother's buttocks tightened and her legs, which had been supporting her body, began to tremble. The policewoman inserted three fingers into it. When she moved her hand slightly, my mother arched her body and gasped violently. I could see sweat dripping down her neck and back. I suddenly remembered what East said the last time we did this kind of test, and sure enough, she once again said to my mother viciously, "You're about to orgasm again, aren't you?"

Miller, who was outside the room, spoke up. "Watch your words, Esther." I guess he was reminding Esther that all of this would be recorded by the camera.

Easter used her other hand to rub my mother's vulva vigorously in front of her lower body. My mother gritted her teeth and let out a sharp groan. Her whole body convulsed as if she was electrocuted. Her moans became louder and louder, and her body shook more and more violently. Following Easter's movements, my mother swung her buttocks vigorously, and sweated profusely as she "cooperated" with the policewoman's search of her. "Ah...ah...ah..." She couldn't help but screamed like a female beast, and the sweat fell off her trembling body. My mother rubbed her face weakly on the wooden table.

Easter laughed, "You cummed again, you filthy bitch."

Chapter 5 Prisoner's Raid

Esther gave my mother her bra and panties back to her, and then she put them back on in full view of all of us. "Okay, I'm done with the examination, you can send her to the detention center."

"Can you give me my clothes back?" Mom asked.

"no."

"Why not?" Mom was a little anxious.

"Because, this is an order."

Coleman walked into the room and escorted my mother to take a facial photograph. Because of the previous examination, my mother was a little weak when she walked out of the room with the help of Coleman. Maybe because she was only wearing underwear, I saw my mother's buttocks twisting particularly exaggeratedly. Coleman took my mother into a room on the left side of the corridor.

At this point, Miller finally turned his attention to us. "Okay, now it's time to register these brats." I was also taken to room 103 and stripped naked under Graham's gaze, but fortunately no one put their hand into my asshole. Graham didn't even ask me to do any quick jumps or anything like that. He quickly returned all my clothes to me, except for a pack of sports bandages in my pocket. Then they took me to another room, and after my mom took the suspect's face photo, the police collected my fingerprints. While collecting the fingerprints, the police complained that taxpayers were stingy, so the police department did not have enough funds to do "inkless" collection for the suspect, and had to use the old-fashioned ink fingerprint collection. My mom was in the room, and they put a blanket over her so that it wouldn't look like a "pornographic photo" of her in her bra when they took the facial photo, but then they took the blanket back. My mother and I were sent to a small cell to wait. I stared greedily at my mother's plump body in only her underwear, while my mother turned her head away from my sight and tried her best to protect her body with her hands. She never allowed me to do such behavior at home.

Next to ours was a cell divided into three small compartments. The middle cell held a black woman, and to her left were a white man and a Hispanic man. The rightmost cell was the most crowded, with a total of two white men and a black guy. When the men found my mother huddled timidly in a corner of the cell in her underwear, they began whistling at her, shouting vulgar words, or trying to use insulting words to get her attention, and my mother just huddled in the corner in even greater fear, not even looking at me. At this time, Coleman was leisurely standing aside, doing nothing but standing quietly.

Suddenly, he opened our cell and took my mother out. My mother thought she could be moved to another place and gave Coleman a grateful glance, but Coleman locked my mother in the middle cell of the three cells opposite, together with the black woman.

I sat on the cot and watched my mother standing stiffly in the middle of the cell. She squatted on the ground, protecting her thighs and buttocks with her hands. The black woman in the same room with her just looked at her coldly without saying a word. The three small cells opposite were separated only by iron bars, with no walls or high-strength glass. The bed on the left side of my mother's cell had been occupied by a black woman. My mother squatted on the ground and shrank slowly onto the small bed on the right side.

The men seemed excited by my mother's arrival. They kept flirting with my mother or shouting. "Hey, baby, let's see your tits and what's in that bullshit bra."

"Old girl, are you a whore? Why haven't you retired yet, hahahaha. Have you been fucked inside out?"

"Come here, come here baby, let me touch you."

Gradually, my teammates were stuffed into my cell one after another, and everyone once again focused on admiring the men yelling at my mother. My mother was so scared that she trembled and huddled on her canvas bed, not daring to move. Her tense body made the two pieces of white flesh on her chest swell even more. The men stared at my mother's exposed body with red eyes, wishing they could bite through the iron bars and rush towards my mother.

The white man in the cell on my mother's left took out his dick, shook it and shouted at my mother, "Come on, bitch, come over and lick it and see if it's sweet or salty." The black man responded, "Show your nipples in the sun, why the hell are you pretending to be a good woman?" Faced with the teasing of these two men, my mother lowered her head even more. She was crying, but she didn't dare to cry out loud, for fear that it would further stimulate those crazy prisoners. After shouting for a while, the black man suddenly reached out his hand through the iron bars towards my mother and tried to grab her arm. My mother was so scared that she rolled off the canvas bed and stood in the middle of the cell.

"Latisha, you push that bitch over here and I'll pay you $20 when I get out of jail, how about that?"

the black man yelled at the black woman who was in the same cell with my mother.

Latisha thought about it, stood up and pushed my mother to one side of the cell without saying a word. The black man and two white men immediately grabbed my mother's arms from both sides and pressed her back against them. The black man grabbed my mother's breasts while she screamed and struggled hard, and quickly tore off her bra. My mother's plump breasts jumped free. Several hands grabbed her breasts or nipples and squeezed them hard. My mother's upper body was unable to move. Although she tried hard to break free, she could only get red marks from being squeezed on her body. The black man laughed and pinched my mother's nipples with his fingers and pulled them hard. My mother's face was deformed with pain.

"Hey, I got it, this is some good meat, baby, let me have a bite."

Seeing this, I couldn't bear it anymore, "Let her go the fucking way." Darren shouted with me, but the people on the opposite side didn't take us seriously at all. I thought the commotion might attract the police, but there was not a single person in sight.

Mom managed to free her left hand, but in doing so the men grasped her right hand tightly and she was turned over so that her front was pressed against the railing. Those men had pulled my mother's hands over the railings, so that her chest was pressed against the railings. Her breasts were separated by a steel bar and protruded into the adjacent cell from both sides. The three men were playing with my mother's breasts. They pinched and pinched them, and stretched the nipples as much as possible. All the torture made my mother cry and scream, which made the three men even more excited.

"Help! Help! Save me!" Mom was crying with her hair disheveled. A white prisoner kissed my mother's cheek hard and licked her tears disgustingly like a dog. My mother pushed him away with her hands, but as soon as her hands loosened, her whole body was pulled onto the railing. The black man grabbed my mother's lower body and pulled hard. I immediately heard the sound of a bra breaking. Sure enough, my mother's panties broke into pieces and scattered on the ground in a few seconds. The black man had already grabbed my mother's fat buttocks firmly and was shaking her buttocks hard.

My teammates and I were once again trapped in the situation in the park. We could do nothing but watch those men playing roughly with my mother's body. However, I thought it was impossible for us to stop ourselves from watching a naked middle-aged woman being sexually assaulted by three criminals. Their next step might be to move my mother's thighs apart and then rape her through the railing. There were three of them, and they could easily gang-rape my mother until all four of them were exhausted.

The police were now searching our sports bags or vans. We didn't have anything on us, and our pants were empty. At this moment, I suddenly thought of something, so I glanced at the other teammates. Sure enough, everyone had a tent in their pants. Of course, I was no exception, and no one seemed to need to hide it.

I watched the black man's hands pinching and squeezing my mother's snow-white buttocks. He tried to insert his fingers into my mother's asshole countless times. My mother begged and cried, "No, you can't do this...

Please, please, let me go... If it's my breasts, then... it's up to you, just don't touch me down there..."

The two white men had begun to concentrate on playing with my mother's breasts. The guy with a shaved head put my mother's nipple in his mouth and sucked it hard, while the other guy was guarding the other breast, squeezing and pinching it, as if he wanted to squeeze milk out of my mother's breasts. My mother was lying naked on the iron railing and being played with by three men at the same time, and she had to be on guard all the time in case one of them suddenly made a move to take off his pants.

The guy who was sucking my mother's breast suddenly pulled my mother's hair, and my mother screamed in pain. The guy pinched my mother's cheek with his other hand, then kissed my mother's lips hard and put his tongue into my mother's mouth. My mother spit but it was of no avail. Her mouth was blocked tightly, and it seemed that even her tongue was sucked out.

The black man praised loudly, "Well done." He held my mother's buttocks tightly with one hand and covered her lower body with the other hand. My mother had sensed the danger and immediately twisted her waist with all her might to prevent the black man's dirty hands from succeeding. But the black man quickly pulled out a few of my mother's pubic hairs, and while my mother was in pain and her body was against the railing, he inserted his middle finger into my mother's vagina. My mother's mouth was blocked by the pot-covered hat, so she couldn't scream. She watched the black man's middle finger thrusting quickly and mercilessly in my mother's body, and tears flowed from my mother's tightly closed eyes.

After kissing my mother's soft lips enough, the pot-cut guy suddenly unzipped his pants with one hand and ordered the other two people, "Let this bitch kneel on the ground and give me a blowjob." He seemed to be the leader. The other two immediately pressed my mother's shoulders hard. My mother shook her head and cried, "No...no...

…I would rather die than do that. 「

"Damn it, believe it or not, I will break your throat right now." The black man grabbed my mother's neck tightly. His thick arms were almost as thick as my thighs. With just one hand, he almost lifted her body up. My mother's face turned red, her eyes were bloodshot, and she made a "huh" sound in her throat while her legs kicked in the air. She looked scary. The black man suddenly let go, and my mother fell to the ground. Before she could steady herself, her arms were immediately pulled over, and the bowl-cut guy's bulging cock was pressed against my mother's mouth.

"Fuck, suck it for me, or do you want to do that again?"

My mother had to slightly open her lips in humiliation, and the pot-covered guy exerted force, and half of his dick entered my mother's mouth in an instant. My mother's eyes suddenly widened, her cheeks flushed, and she started coughing violently, but even when she was coughing, the pot-covered guy was still thrusting his dick in my mother's mouth. White saliva flowed out from the corners of my mother's mouth and dripped on her breasts which were shaking and rising as her body did. After a while, the pot-covered guy stopped moving and held my mother's head firmly. My mother screamed "ah...ah..." several times, her throat trembled a few times, and she made swallowing sounds. I knew that the pot-covered guy had "ejaculated" in my mother's mouth, and my mother was unable to spit out the semen because her head was held down, so she could only swallow it all into her stomach. Looking at her expression of pain due to humiliation and also due to swallowing a stranger's semen, she looked so sexy that made people unable to resist the desire to violate her ruthlessly.

At this moment, my mother's body was suddenly pulled up, and she leaned weakly on the railing like a puppet. Because she was toyed with and even "combed in the mouth", my mother seemed to have lost the will to resist. The black man took off his pants, revealing his black penis, but fortunately, although his body was big, his thing was obviously small, and even Latisha laughed when she saw it. The black man glared at me angrily and said, "Don't laugh, it's my turn to have fun now." My mother's legs were half open, and when the black man's penis pierced into her body, my mother obviously did not resist, but just frowned. She closed her eyes and let the black man hold her body through the railing and thrust quickly. The collision of flesh made a "pa pa" sound. My mother half opened her mouth without any pleasure, and she did not react at all until the black man hugged her body and trembled.

"You can't cum inside, that's evidence." Another white man reminded the black man. The black man suddenly realized, he pulled his penis out of my mother's body, picked up a piece of my mother's panties from the ground, wrapped his penis around himself and walked aside to do the final work.

This process seemed to my mother like forever, but in fact it was only about 10 minutes. When the footsteps of the police were heard in the corridor, the three men pushed my mother back to the center of the cell and returned comfortably to her cot. Only when Coleman opened the iron door of the cell did my mother come to her senses a little. She hurriedly grabbed several pieces of bra and panties from the ground to cover her body, and started crying loudly. Coleman didn't say anything, but just pulled my mother's arm and walked out. We watched my mother, with her wet private parts covered by a tattered piece of cloth, her pinched breasts in one hand, disappear behind the iron gate with Coleman, naked.

Chapter 6: Police's Old Tricks

"Boy, this marijuana pipe is yours, right?" Rapp looked fierce. I thought this was just the beginning. They didn't have any definite evidence yet, so they could only threaten me. I was taken to a single room similar to Room 103 for interrogation, just opposite Room 103. When I was brought in, I saw that the door of Room 103 was closed - could it be that my mother was in Room 103 at this time? Rapp continued to yell and walk back and forth trying to increase my psychological pressure, talking incessantly about his assumptions: we smoked marijuana ourselves and sold marijuana and cocaine to other young people in the park. In fact, after a quick recollection, I found that Rapp did not do any evidence investigation at the scene, but now he spoke with confidence and as if he had solid evidence. He would make surprise attacks from time to time, grabbing me by the collar and shaking my body violently, but these were the only tricks he used; he did not dare to touch me. As for Coleman, he just sat quietly in the corner of the interrogation room, saying nothing and looking indifferent.

I knew why Rapp did this. He said it himself. He hoped that I would confess and admit that the marijuana pipe was mine. I told him clearly that it was not mine. He then asked me to confess who the pipe belonged to. I said I didn't know, and I really didn't know.

Crabbe emerged like a ghost, calling Rapp and Coleman out of the interrogation room, and then he was left alone to face me. We stared at each other for a moment, then he looked away and finally said, "Listen, kid, what Rapp really wants to know is who has been running the marijuana and drug business in the park. We don't care about your stuff, we just want the big boss to tell us who the pipe belongs to, and we'll get the owner to tell us the name, and then you can go home happy and no one will remember what happened tonight."

I was a little confused at first, but I soon realized that these two guys were playing the "good cop, bad cop" game with me. Rapp threatened me ferociously, while Karabi tried to get close to me and said something to make me relax. These idiots, don't they know that there is something called police and gangster movies in the world? Do they never watch movie channels after work?

Crabbe smiled and added, "Think about it, this won't do you any harm, and your mother cares about you very much. She wants to get you out at all costs, and she is even willing to make a deal with us."

"My mom? What's the deal?"

"She is willing to perform some physical services for us, provided we don't sue you."

What Krabbe said put me into deep thought, but only for a moment. My mom offered to sleep with these guys in exchange for my freedom? Hearing this made my penis erect. I could imagine how my mother felt after being ravaged, with lips stained with semen and breasts with marks of intense squeezing. Did she look directly into Crabbe or Miller's eyes when she made this request? Did she move her body in a sexier way to seduce them? No, that's not possible.

"Bullshit. She would never say that."

Crabbe smiled happily and admitted, "Well, she didn't say that. But she has tacitly agreed to it, but she just didn't say it out loud. She said she wouldn't tell anyone about it, no matter what we do to her, because we threatened to list you as the first defendant. But kid, as long as your mother doesn't tell anyone, we certainly won't take you to court."

"Where is she? What have you done to her? I want to see my mother." I was worried that what I was asking might not be granted, but it was still worth a try.

"Listen, kid, she's your mother. I think it's better for you not to see her now," Crabbe replied.

"Why? I just want to see her. I have the right to do so," I insisted.

Krabby chuckled and suddenly said, "You were watching her intently when she was being strip searched. Listen, do you have feelings for her?"

"Sir, I don't know what you are talking about." I was confused and for the first time I didn't look into Krabby's eyes.

"Let's go." Krabby suddenly stood up. He took me to Room 102, the room with the two-way mirror and the camera. Graham and Warrick were already in there, sitting behind the mirror.

Mom is in room 103. She sat behind a desk, facing the mirror, with Miller and Coleman on either side of her. She was still handcuffed, but this time her hands were in front of her body. My mother's lower body was naked. She clamped her thighs tightly together, but her hairy triangle area could still be seen. The remnants of her bra were still hanging on her upper body, with only shoulder straps and torn sponge pads, and both breasts were exposed. Miller and Coleman each held one side, holding it in their hands like a big loaf of bread, and kneading my mother's big dark nipples with their fingertips. Miller's pants were unbuttoned, and his huge cock was sticking straight out. My mother sat there with a nervous look on her face, her body tense, her handcuffed hands on Miller's cock as she jerked him off, shaking his penis up and down. What was interesting was that my mother's hands were still stained with ink from taking fingerprints, so Miller's cock looked like a zebra's cock, with large black spots and a colorful scrotum. I looked at my mother carefully. There was shame on her face, her mouth was tightly closed, and her eyes were staring straight at the bottom of the mirror. From time to time, her body trembled under Miller or Coleman's "caress", but she never cried out. I know she was forced to do this.

"Hey, that's pretty good." Miller said enjoying it. I could hear his voice coming from the speakers above my head and, if I listened closely, my mother's heavy breathing.

"Did you guys record this?" I turned to Krabby and asked.

"Don't be silly, we don't do that."

Miller and Coleman, the tall and strong bastard policemen, were still wearing their neat blue police uniforms. They were playing with my mother's breasts with interest with their devilish toothy smiles. This was the second wave of torture on my mother tonight. Miller pinched my mother's breasts with two fingers, sometimes pulling the nipple up and down hard, sometimes gently drawing circles on my mother's areola with his index finger, while Coleman laughed in appreciation and imitated Miller. My mother was about to be driven crazy by them. She frowned tightly, bit her rosy lips with her neat teeth, and had an expression that made her want to scream but was holding back. Miller's other hand grabbed my mother's hair from behind and pushed her face towards him. He kissed my mother's cheek hard, smelled and licked it, kissed all the way down to her neck, and finally took my mother's erect nipple and sucked it. My mother closed her eyes. Coleman played with my mother's other nipple, while his other hand slid to my mother's lower body. He spread my mother's closed thighs, stroked the thick pubic hair on her vulva, and then inserted his hand into my mother's vagina, first with one finger, then two, three, and finally four fingers.

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"It looks like this bitch is extremely wet down there, otherwise I wouldn't be able to get inside." Varrick, who was watching from behind a one-way glass, exclaimed in amazement. Miller pulled my mother's hair again and pressed her head down to his thighs. "Now, give me a blowjob, don't say you can't do it." Mom whimpered, but showed obedience with her actions. Mom leaned over and supported her body with her elbows, lifted her hair and threw it behind her, then licked her lips and took a deep breath in Miller's lower body. I bet it smelled bad, but maybe better than the prisoner who just ejaculated in her mouth. Mom then opened her mouth and licked Miller's penis and scrotum up and down until the entire purple glans was shining. I could hear the smacking sounds coming from Mom's mouth, the sounds of tongue, lips and saliva lingering around through the speaker. She took the glans into her mouth, swallowing it in and out while moving her head up and down, licking every part of the penis with her tongue.

"Ah... Well done, Mary. Now let's all get comfortable."

Miller stood up and straddled the table, his fat, wrinkled ass making the table squeak. His glans, covered with my mother's saliva and shining with a sticky luster, stood upright in the air.

He had my mother stand at the edge of the table and leaned over. My mother put her elbows on the table to support her body, then stuck her butt out and buried her head in Miller's crotch. As my mother's posture changed, Coleman also stood up. The two policemen continued to play with my mother's hanging breasts. Miller continued to direct my mother to give him a blowjob. When he carefully emphasized the details, my mother raised her head and looked up at Miller from the bottom up. There was some fear and flattery in her eyes.

Coleman played with my mother's breasts for a while and then stepped behind my mother, lit a cigarette and watched my mother give Miller a blowjob. Then, he walked between my mother's legs, unzipped his pants, and a thick and erect penis suddenly jumped out. Coleman stroked my mother's thighs, placed his penis on my mother's buttocks, and slowly, slowly let his penis slide into my mother's plump buttocks. I don't know if he wanted anal sex or just ordinary sex, but I was very much looking forward to it.

"Come on, keep going, put it in." I encouraged Coleman in my heart.

Soon, Coleman thrust his crimson glans forcefully into my mother's swollen vagina, and it disappeared into the thick pubic hair. He slowly moved his penis in and out of the crack of my mother's lower body, occasionally pulling out the entire wet penis and then reinserting it. Every time he did this, my mother's body would tremble violently and she would whimper with Miller's cock in her mouth.

"Okay, fuck her hard, fuck her hard with your hard dick." I shouted in my mind. While Coleman was fucking my mother, he used his hands to play with my mother's pubic hair and flicked her labia with his fingers.

"That's it, you raped my mother." I gave Coleman orders in my mind. "Faster. Faster. Do something exciting while I can still watch."

After a while of thrusting, Coleman sank his body and inserted the entire thick penis into my mother's vagina, leaving only two black testicles hanging outside the labia covered by pubic hair. I could see the white mucus flashing on my mother's dark labia every time the penis moved in and out of the vagina, and Coleman's glans was also covered with my mother's love juice, with a slight fluorescent reaction. (This is faithful to the original work, quite scary, with fluorescent light, is he from Earth?)

Mom must be feeling pleasure at this moment, it looks like her vagina is already flooded with love. With a cigarette in his mouth, Coleman was panting and squinting at my mother. The smoke drifted into his eyes. I didn't know why he was still holding it in his mouth. When the ash fell on my mother's back, Coleman always waited for a while before brushing it away. He let the heat from the ash stimulate my mother's body, making her more painful or more excited.

While giving Miller a blowjob, the mother occasionally mumbled a few words, but she seemed to be concentrating all the time. She didn't seem to care much about Coleman who was raping her from behind, although she was trembling with the climax of her body. It was difficult for me to tell whether my mother was forced or just willing to do it. She should have known that she was being raped, and more than once tonight. But for the first time in my life I felt so hot that I wanted to switch positions with Coleman immediately, penetrate my mother's shaking body with my penis fiercely, hit her heavy buttocks, and use my hands to knead her plump breasts and play with those two large dark brown nipples.

Mom's head rose and fell between Miller's crotch. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth as wide as possible so that she could take as much of Miller's penis into her mouth as possible, while enduring the toying of two burly men. Mom's thighs trembled weakly, and her breasts swayed in the air like a pendulum, swinging with the frequency of Coleman's thrusting into her body. Miller's voice came from the speaker, and he was further instructing my mother on how to suck his penis, "Suck harder, use more tongue," "Hurry up, increase the frequency," and so on.

The police officers around me looked at my mother with smiles. Their pants under the blue police uniforms were bulging with erect penises. They seemed to enjoy this performance of two men and one woman very much. Occasionally, they would make some "professional" comments in a low voice, discussing with each other my mother's body parts or her oral skills, or whether she could orgasm from Coleman's thrusting.

Miller's mouth made a gurgling sound, and he moaned with a trembling sound: "Okay, I'm going to cum, baby." Then my mother made a choking low sound, she raised her head back to highlight Miller's glans, and at that moment, Miller's glans burst into a burst of white liquid fireworks, and the thick semen shot onto my mother's face, eyes, and nose, covering her face, and some of it flowed from her mouth all the way to her neck.

"I'm coming too," Coleman roared, and he obviously arched his body forward, holding my mother's waist with both hands. His penis slammed into my mother's butt with unusual speed and force. The "pa pa" sound could be heard clearly even without a speaker. After that, his body softened like a deflated ball. He slowly pulled out his penis, held it with his hand, and spread his semen on my mother's butt and back.

Before Coleman and Miller pulled up their trousers, Graham and Warrick hurried away from me and ran towards Room 103. At this time, my mother got a brief respite. With the help of Coleman, she climbed onto the table exhausted and curled up on the table in a fetal position to rest. Graham and Warrick certainly wouldn't let my mother get enough training. They let her lie on the table, and then two of them stood on both sides of my mother. They let her masturbate back and forth for them, while the two of them, like Coleman and Miller, each divided my mother's breasts, playing with the soft and elastic breast flesh, and kneading the nipples with their fingers. Graham had his back to the one-way mirror. After enjoying my mother's intermittent masturbation, he impatiently asked my mother to raise her head and serve him first. My mother had no choice but to raise her head sideways and put Graham's penis in her mouth and give him a blowjob. Judging from their age, Graham and Warrick were only 25 or 26 years old, and they were very interested in the mature body of my mother, who was more than ten years older than them.

Varrick was also wearing a belt with all the necessary equipment for patrolling, including a pistol, handcuffs, and a baton. Because my mother was trying hard to give Graham a blowjob, he was bored and stroked my mother's labia with his hands. He inserted his fingers into the vagina and dug, pinching the two dark, soft and wrinkled thick labia to the left and right. After playing with it for a while, he quietly pulled out the baton from his waist and suddenly inserted it into my mother's vagina, and then inserted and pulled out the baton a little at a time like making love. My mother, who was giving Graham a blowjob, must have felt something strange in her lower body. She raised her head with difficulty, and when she saw a dark baton fucking her, she let out a hoarse wail. "Don't do that, please stop... stop...

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"Shut up and do what you have to do." Graham pulled my mother's hair hard, pressed her head to his crotch, and forced his penis into my mother's mouth while she was still screaming. "Lick it honestly, or I will let him stick that dick all the way up your stomach. Do you understand, bitch?"

Mom nodded fearfully and licked Graham's glans even harder.

Warrick carefully and slowly inserted the baton into my mother's vagina, pushing it in inch by inch, as if he was completing a work of art. I watched the baton go deeper and deeper into my mother's body, and my mother twisted her waist like a whirlpool while moaning softly, spreading her legs wider, and her vagina swallowed the baton with some resistance like a swallowing snake. Warrick warned my mother, "Don't move, or you will get hurt." I think about 6 inches of the baton have entered the vagina at this time, and this number seems to be gradually increasing.

I prayed silently in my heart, hoping that Warrick could finally insert 10 inches without hurting my mother. As the baton went deeper, Warrick became slower and more cautious. Although his attitude did not look like that of a sick and cruel person, he always had an obscene smile on his face as he witnessed the exploration of the baton. My mother's body was writhing, she wrapped her thighs around the baton, and with long, sharp screams, she arched her waist to match the penetration of the baton, and it seemed that in the process, she was enjoying an unprecedented orgasm as violent as a nuclear explosion.

Graham was enjoying the deep throat service my mother was giving him. He counted some numbers in his mouth that he didn't know what the meaning was, and excitedly ejaculated his semen on my mother's face. There was still some residue of Miller's gradually drying semen on her face. The warm Graham's semen made my mother's face blurry. I couldn't be sure if her eyelids were stuck with semen. After witnessing Graham's ejaculation, Warrick finally gave up the baton game. He pulled out the baton that was covered with my mother's body fluids and replaced it with his own penis which had already been "as hard as a rock". He climbed onto the table in a hurry and almost slipped down. The police officers around me laughed loudly and some of them patted my shoulders. Warrick's penis should have entered my mother's body without any hindrance, and then his body began to move rapidly as if it had been injected with chicken blood. The piston movement back and forth made my mother's thighs tremble in the air, and her nipples were swinging rhythmically. What I found a little funny was watching my mother's nipples swinging widely and hitting her chest.

At this time, the long-lost East also entered the room. She stood opposite Graham with a "kind" look.

If you compare the way she gently circles my mother's nipples with her hands and the scene where Varrick rides on my mother like a racehorse and pumps hard, making a purring sound like a tired pig, Easter can be said to be "merciful". After a while, Varrick finally slowed down his movements. His hair, wet with sweat, hung on the tip of his nose. He supported himself on the table with both hands weakly and did not even have the strength to wave his hair away. Warrick slowly pulled out his penis and shot a few drops of semen onto my mother's soft abdomen.

Skwalski also entered the interrogation room at this time. He took over Varrick's position and fiddled with my mother's lower body with his hands, while Easter continued to knead my mother's nipples. From her actions, I smelled a hint of ominousness. This guy must be a lesbian. Sure enough, she made my mother sit up straight, grabbed her hair at the back of her head and pulled her close to her face and kissed her passionately. I could see her tongue going in and out of my mother's mouth. At the same time, she was a little dissatisfied with my mother's resistance, and she pinched my mother's two nipples hard, "You'd better cooperate."

Esther then began to take off her blue uniform and unhooked her white bra. She cupped her pale breasts and pressed them against my mother's. She used her fingers to pinch her pink nipples and hit them against my mother's darker and larger nipples.

Skvalsky knelt on the table and rubbed his penis between my mother's thighs, waiting for the right moment to enter her body. And East pushed my mother down again, making her lie flat on the table, paving the way for Skwarski. Skvalski held his cock and stabbed it into my mother's body like a knight's spear. My mother gasped again, "Oh oh oh...ah". Her body, which had gotten some rest, was about to fall into a tough battle again. Skvalsky grabbed his mother's legs and lifted them up, supporting them with his shoulders, and then thrust in and out of her vagina forcefully.

This scene obviously made Easter ready to join the battle. She tore off her pants, first the uniform pants, then the white panties, and the triangle area mixed with golden and light brown pubic hair was exposed to the air. She climbed onto the table, facing her lower body towards my mother's head, supporting her body with both hands, shaking her shiny white buttocks, and slowly rubbing my mother's face with her pubic hair, "Hurry up, lick it for me, make me feel good." Her moan changed from low to roaring.

My ears were filled with the sound of Skvalsky fucking my mother, the sound of our bodies colliding. Looking at Esther, it was obvious that she was enjoying the tonguejob my mom was giving her because she moaned, "Oh, yes, yes, come on, honey."

Her handcuffed hands were placed behind her head to support her head, so I couldn't see my mother's face. The crowded police officers pushed me away from the side. Now I could only look at Easter's fat white ass and the two thighs that Skwalski had placed on his shoulders. Easter's two strong white thighs were placed on my mother's neck. She had her eyes half closed, one hand rubbing her pale breasts, and her mouth was mumbling something indistinctly like in a dream.

The interrogation room I was in was bustling with activity now. Off-duty police officers had crowded in, passing beer and cigarettes around, talking to each other as if they were watching a game, waving in the air to cheer for Skewalski or East, but mostly talking about my mom. Someone noticed my cock, which was bulging out of my pants, and asked me with a "friendly" smile if I liked this live-action porn. "Your mother is quite a flirt, isn't she, kid?"

"How about we go in and give it a try? We can blindfold her beforehand."

"Have you ever seen your father fuck her like this?"

Some police officers were so shameless that they entered Room 103 with beer in their hands, watched my mother being fucked from close range, and occasionally masturbated with empty beer cans. The more they drank, the more excited they became, and the louder their voices became. It was like a party here.

Easter's voice was particularly penetrating. Sometimes she raised her head and howled, sometimes she lowered her head and moaned softly, "Oh, you slut, oh, Mary, you son of a bitch, lick it faster, lick it, ah...ah..." She slapped my mother's cheeks or chest with her palms, and grabbed her hair and shook her. You couldn't imagine that she was a police officer.

Skwalski also gradually looked tired, his movements slowed down, and he held my mother's sweaty buttocks with his big hands and struggled to push his waist back and forth. His panting and his whole body trembled along with my mother's cries. He seemed to have no ability to pull his penis out of my mother's body, becoming the first policeman to leave "evidence" in my mother's body tonight.

After Skvarsky was helped off my mother, Escalante entered Room 103 and brought the evening to a climax. The officers seemed to know what was going to happen. They cheered as Escalante arrived and pushed Easter off my mother, leaving her body entirely to him. Escalante grabbed the handcuffs on my mother's wrists and pulled her off the table, then pressed her face forward against the one-way glass, just inches from me. My mother's cheeks and breasts were squeezed into deformed flat plates by the one-way glass. The squeezed parts lost their blood color and appeared whiter than usual. Escalante began by kneading my mother's breasts, and then he moved his hands down the sides of the body, touching and pressing against my mother's body from behind, preventing her from leaving the one-way glass. Then he dropped to his knees and pressed his face hard against my mother's ass. The officers laughed again. They laughed, danced, and encouraged Escalante with rude words as they watched him lick my mother's anus with his tongue and push it hard. My mother moaned hoarsely and squirmed against the glass.

Then, Escalante stood up and tore off his pants, and carried my mother's body back to the table. This time he made her kneel on the table with her face down and her buttocks raised high. He climbed on the table and dug into my mother's anus. My mother was trembling all over. She already knew what was going to happen next. She begged in a low voice but no one paid attention to her. Escalante suddenly inserted his penis into my mother's anus. My mother screamed and tears poured out. She was shaking with pain all over as if she was electrocuted, but the police officers around rushed up and grabbed my mother's body tightly, so that Escalante's cock could move freely in and out of my mother's anus, but it looked very strenuous. Graham stood on my right, patted my shoulder and comforted me, "You don't have to worry about her. Escalante is a famous quick shooter." Escalante's face was distorted as he fucked my mother's anus hard, and my mother could not struggle or twist her body to reduce the pain. She could only cry out incoherent words and bang her forehead against the table, but someone immediately grabbed her hair.