I'm particularly fond of "Beth & Her Mom Break the Law," which I found while surfing the 'Web. It was the first strip search story I ever read, and I liked it so much that I did a search on ASSTR for more of the type. That lead me to "Back in School," by Joe Doe, and that, in turn, led me to my first Yahoo! group: Strip-Searched. I had seen "Beth & Her Mom" re-posted several places, but couldn't find it on Strip-Searched. Since it's a good story, bang on topic, and meant something extra to me, I thought it SHOULD be posted there. I wrote to Deputy Duffy with that idea, offering to download a copy, correct the mechanical errors, and send it to him for his approval. He replied that he had actually posted it about a year and a half previously, but, if I wanted to "fix it up" and re-post it, he had no problem with that. I did another search (and an obviously more diligent one) and found it under the title "Vermont State Police." Since he'd said that it was okay if I worked on it a bit and re-posted it, I started out to do just that. But the more I considered it, the more I wondered whether merely correcting some mechanics would justify a re-posting. So, rather than forget the whole thing, I started to do some minor tinkering -- which then got a little out of hand. In the end, I'd gone a lot farther than I'd ever intended. I sent him the result, leaving it up to him whether or not it should be posted. (I changed the title a bit to distinguish it from the earlier versions. Adding my name as co-author was not, however, something I had originally planned on doing.) Duffy and I kicked around a few ideas, and I went back and tweaked the story a bit more. The result is below. ****************************** BETH & HER MOM PAY THEIR DEBTS by Deputy Duffy and C. Lakewood EIGHTEEN-YEAR-OLD BETH AND HER 39-YEAR-OLD MOTHER LEARN THAT THE LAW IS NOT IMMUTABLE...AND DEBTS-TO-SOCIETY MAY BE PAID BY BARTER. ****************************** I work for the great state of Vermont, patrolling its sleepy highways and back roads. I'm just 25 years old, and, though I did graduate from college (thanks mainly to football and wrestling), I got this job only because my dad's the sheriff. Most of the time there's not much to do, since I work the late shift. It's often very boring, but there are times.... The following is an account of one of those times. I'd set up a speed trap one unseasonably hot Friday night, on an approach to the freeway. Things were slow as usual...a car here, a car there...and then a black Lincoln sped past, doing 60 in a 40 mph zone. What the hell, I thought, and off I went. I caught up with them in short order, just before the freeway on-ramp. After running the plate and getting nothing, I got out of the cruiser to take a look. I approached the car carefully, because you never know what you're going to get out here. I tapped on the window with my flash and, after the driver rolled it down, peered into the dark interior. "License and registration," I snapped. "Sorry, officer, is there a problem?" The driver was an attractive, middle aged woman with medium length reddish brown hair. "Just going a little fast." I said. I flicked the beam onto her passenger, a cute younger female with dark blonde hair and big brown eyes. "And who's this?" I asked. "She's my daughter, Beth," the driver replied. Everything checked out, so I wrote a simple speeding ticket. But, since it had been the usual slow night, and I was bored, I thought I'd goose things a tad. Besides, I wanted to get a closer look at Beth. "Please get out of the car and step to the rear...both of you." After a bit of hesitation and the obligatory complaints, they both got out. I asked them a few innocuous questions. Beth was 18 and just graduated from high school. Her mom, Evelyn Lewis, was 39. The woman had apparently been annoyed much of the day. They were on their way home from a college visit and running late because Beth had wheedled her mother into staying to watch a rock band that was playing that night. She was speeding because she was in a rush to get home. She had an early morning appointment of some sort, or so she said. "I'll just check your bags, and then you can be on your way." Mom's purse produced nothing out of the ordinary. Beth, however, was unwilling to hand hers over. I took the small bag from her, and it didn't take me long to find out the reason for her reluctance. Inside a little cardboard box were 3 joints. "What have we here?" I asked. "They're not mine!" Beth protested. "I'm afraid you're going to have to come with me." Feeling as if I'd just hit the lottery, I spun Beth around and cuffed her. When I tried to do the same with her mother, the woman put up a fuss, so I had to use some force to restrain her. Both of them then started to whine. "Watch your head," I said, dryly, guiding them into the back of my cruiser. I called for a tow truck and drove back to the station, feeling pleased. During the 15 minute ride, Beth's mom berated her about the dangers of drugs, keeping late hours, flirting with college boys, and so on. I laughed to myself. "If she's mad now...." At the station, I led the two women into the processing room and unlocked their handcuffs. Mom was still steamed. "Listen here, I want to make a call." "You haven't been charged yet, ma'am. You both will be searched for further contraband, and, if you behave, then you might be free to leave. But, if you cause problems for me, I will cause problems for you," I said in my best police voice. "If you insist on exercising your various rights, you take the matter out of my hands entirely. It'll mean a trial, publicity, prison...." Beth and her mom talked it over. "Ok, we waive our rights. Now let's get on with it; I want to get out of here," Beth's mom said, brusquely. I guided them to the yellow line on the floor. "Stand on the line, feet 2 feet apart, lean forward, hands on the wall." Mom quickly took her place, but Beth dilly-dallied, so I had to give her some "hands-on" assistance. Because she was much shorter than her mother, she had to lean far out to reach the wall. I stood back to enjoy the view. Beth was dressed in tight grey denim shorts, loose blue blouse (tied up to show off her trim midriff), and a pair of flip-flops. Mom was dressed more conservatively, in a light summer dress (white with green polka dots) and white sandals. She apparently had no trouble assuming and maintaining the classic search position. I wondered if she'd done this before...and when and where...and why. I left them in position for a few minutes. First, I locked away my gun-belt, holster, and pistol. Then I sat down and laboriously typed up the charge sheets, one for each of their offences: the mother got possession of illegal drugs, assaulting a police officer, speeding, disorderly conduct, resisting arrest, and contributing to the delinquency of a minor; Beth only the dope charge. I let them stand up long enough to sign the charge sheets...and also forms giving me permission to conduct any sort of personal search that I "deemed necessary." Impatient, they did it without really reading what they were signing. I ordered them to assume the position again and decided to begin the personal search with mom. When I started to pat Mrs. Lewis down, Beth spoke up. "You're the one doing the search?" Beth asked, nervously. "Yep, that's my job," I smiled. "Don't you have a policewoman or a...a matron around here?" "Be quiet," I explained. "Beth, this is your fault, after all," Mrs. Lewis scolded. "Just let him do his job, and then we can get out of here," I continued my search, guiding my hands down Mom's lower back, over her nice ass, and down her leg. I continued up the other leg, this time moving to her front side, running over her stomach up to the bottom of her breasts. I felt her tense up as I cupped both tits, squeezing them several times. Her body relaxed when I stood up. I wondered if she'd been searched before. "Your turn Beth." She got the same quick pat down as her mother. Then I stood up, and both of them looked relieved, as if they thought the search was over. But this search was far from over. "Can we go now?" Mom inquired. "Sorry, ladies. Since this is a drug-related case, I'm afraid we aren't through yet." "Shit, I knew it," Beth grumbled. "This pervert wants to see us naked." And I certainly did, but I was also doing my job...sort of. Despite several minutes of threats and whining, I stood my ground. "It's very simple: either strip or go to state prison." (We don't have a state prison for women, but I figured they wouldn't know that.) "But," I said casually, "you've got all weekend to decide." Mrs. Lewis abruptly sighed and began taking off her dress. "Let's just get this over with, missy, and maybe you'll learn a lesson." She quickly discarded her bra and her sandals, hesitated a moment, and then shucked her green bikini panties, standing up buck-naked. "Back on the yellow line, and hands against the wall." She obeyed without a murmur. I checked out her nice 39-year-old figure. Her license listed her at 5'7" and 140 pounds, and that seemed about right. Her tits were good...not much sag...with big brown nipples. Legs very good...tennis, probably, and maybe a stair-stepper. Her pubic hair was well-barbered, and her butt was firm and meaty. Just for fun, I ordered, "No, spread your legs more, feet farther apart." I think she blushed a little. Then I turned to the daughter. "Well, Beth, I'm waiting." Despite her weeping and wailing (which I think were for her mom's benefit), Beth stripped. She kicked off her flip-flops and wriggled out of her tight shorts, which she handed to me. I put them aside, along with her mother's stuff. Beth was now standing in white cotton panties and her blue shirt, pondering her next move. I snapped my fingers, and, with a pout, she pulled the panties down and handed them over. Hmmm, I thought, she saved her tits for last. Next she slowly, almost teasingly, untied her shirt, unbuttoned it, and shrugged it off. This was her last piece of clothing, because she was braless, something I'd already discovered. Now totally naked, Beth seemed to lose a lot of her attitude. She was 5'2" and maybe 115 pounds...slender but athletic. She had smallish (but perky) breasts, with long, stiff, dark pink nipples. Legs sturdy and shapely...nice abs...pubic hair very sparse, almost non-existent. She was very, very attractive, if you like that sort of thing...and, by and large, I did. (I will admit, however, that her mother was beginning to grow on me.) Naked, she started to go back to the yellow line next to her mom. "No, Beth, I need you on the table over here," I rasped, clearing my throat and pointing to the large steel table behind me. I fully expected more protest, but to my surprise, she meekly proceeded to climb onto the table. "On all fours," I added. "Oh my god," she gasped, but obeyed. "Now, Beth, this will all be over shortly, so just relax." I ran my hand over the smooth curve of her ass. "Since you were found in possession of a controlled substance, I must perform a cavity search." With her mom standing naked and braced behind me, I carefully pulled on a pair of latex examination gloves. I spread Beth's ass cheeks with one hand and gently separated her puffy, outer labia with the other. Bending very close to inspect her, I smelled the distinct aroma of her musky juices. The inner surfaces of her pussy were a light pink and obviously moist. I cautiously spread open the uppermost part of her labia. Her clitoris was already peeking out from under its hood, dark pink and beginning to pulse. As I played with the nubbin, she managed to only half-stifle a gasp. I could see she was very wet and getting even wetter. I knew she was turned on, but also trying to control herself. "Fine. That's good. Just relax, please," I said. I picked through the tubes of lubricant I had available: #1 with a white label, #2 with pale pink, #3 hot pink, #4 burnt orange, and #5 red. I eventually decided on #2 (basically straight lube with just a hint of irritant) and squeezed it on my gloved fingers, although she was already so wet I really didn't need it. I took a deep breath, gathered my nerve, and pried apart her tender labia. My submissive prisoner moaned softly as I slowly and methodically examined every detail of her sweet pussy. (I just could not think of it as a common "cunt"!) I admired the elasticity of her inner pussy-lips, beginning to fan out as if to beckon me inside. "Beth, I need you to reconfirm your permission before I can go any further. But I do need to check you out internally." I was holding up my gloved hand, fingers glistening. "You...have my per-ermission," she said, in a trembling voice. Again I told her to relax. Then I gently slipped my index finger into her welcoming pussy. She was watching me over her shoulder. Slowly at first I worked my finger in and out of her, pausing to let her get used to the feeling, before adding a second finger. She had pretty good internal muscles, too, squeezing down on my fingers in reflex. Then I increased the speed and depth of my probing. Her butt was squirming back and forth, like a dog wagging its tail, and that turned me on even more. I reached around with my left hand and began toying with her exposed and excited clitoris. She was absolutely drooling pussy juice! She looked very uptight, and I think she was desperately trying not to have an orgasm right here on the exam table. I was satisfied that she had no contraband up her pussy, but I'd also begun to suspect that she was enjoying this maybe a little too much to be entirely innocent. So I investigated a bit further. I parted her firm ass cheeks with both hands, admiring her tight, pink and amber bunghole. Sliding my hands down her ass cheeks and putting my thumbs on her outer labia, I slowly drew them apart and watched her pussy gape open. I studied her genitals for a minute, fascinated by how much she'd opened up. I sorta like to think of myself as a stud, but the truth is that my fingering and the trace of irritant in the lube just shouldn't have been enough to get this much reaction.... This 18-year-old girl was no virgin. But then it was time to inspect her rectum. "Please lower your shoulders to the table," I whispered. As I slowly introduced my finger into her twinkling asshole, I was a little surprised that she didn't protest, but actually seemed to enjoy it. She did let out a long "ooooooooooooh." Her sphincter gripped so tightly that it took real persistence to get a second finger inside her. I probed slowly in and out for a couple of minutes. She was moaning and whimpering, while I was totally lost in the moment, only to be snapped out of it in the end by a tap on the shoulder. "Find anything?" Mrs. Lewis sneered. I turned and grabbed her by the wrist, twisting her arm into a hammerlock, and bent her over the table. "Who said you could move?" I barked. I was a little peeved at her for breaking position...and somewhat embarrassed that I'd forgotten she was there while I was inspecting her juicy daughter. "I just thought that, since you've had your fun, maybe we could go now," she hissed. "But I'm not through yet," I growled in her ear while grinding my pelvis into her backside. "Please, I'm married." She whimpered, quickly changing her tune. "Up we go." I ignored her plea and lifted her up onto the table, which also held her daughter. I spun her over onto her back. "Hands behind your head," I barked. "And don't move." I wanted to regain control of the situation right away. While changing gloves, I continued to talk. "Like I told Beth, I have to do a cavity search, but I need you to confirm permission before I can go any further." "And what if I don't?" "Then I'll lock you in a cell, just as you are, until you do. Well, have I your permission or not?" She nodded. "I need to hear you say it, out loud." "Yes," she mumbled. "Yes, what?" I asked. "Yes, you can search my...my private parts, just please make it quick," she finally answered. "Private parts? What are 'private parts'?" I grinned inwardly. "Oh god...you know...m-my p-p-pussy and my ass...." Satisfied, I proceeded, pushing her feet together and spreading her knees apart. Beth was now sitting up on the edge of the table, closely watching my every move. I reached for a tube of moderate #3 goo, but Beth was quicker. She handed me the hot #4. I smiled and took it and squeezed out nearly twice the normal amount. I corkscrewed a very well-lubed finger into her mom's now exposed cunt. Surprisingly, my quick actions drew no reaction from the cunt's owner. Then a second finger joined the first. She was beginning to sweat, but remained silent. I continued my two-finger probe, thrusting in and out of her increasingly wet pussy. After a few minutes, I ordered her to turn over. I prodded her over onto her knees, with her chest and shoulders on the table. Her ample rump was very inviting, her little brown asshole winking at me. I reached for more lube, but Beth was quicker once again. She playfully handed me a tube...the super #5...while flashing me a sly smile. "What the fuck is going on with her?" I wondered. Was watching me "inspect" her mom really turning Beth on...? Was she coming on to me...? Or was this just a kinky kind of mother-daughter rivalry? And I remembered that Beth had called ME a pervert. I was really glad I'd locked my pistol away before starting on this already epic search. I put a glob of goo on my fingers and rubbed some of it over Mom's rectum. She flinched. Beth, obviously trying to suppress a grin, slipped off the table and was now standing by my side. I rested my finger on her mom's asshole a second, so she knew it was coming, before slowly twisting it into her. She hissed. The irritant was having an immediate effect on her asshole. She writhed under my probing, now with two fingers. Eventually, she surrendered. "Please, sir," she sobbed. "Please...stop." "You know this is for your own good, don't you?" "Y-yes, sssir...but it...it's...oh god.... I-I'm s-s-sorreeee." I slowly pulled out, but a lot of the irritant/lubricant remained behind, of course. Removing the glove, I tried to figure out these latest developments. I was not surprised by her reaction to the rectal search, but I was astonished at her daughter, who was now lightly running her hand along the outline of my fully erect prick. "Mom," Beth oozed. "I think I found a way we can get out of this mess." Beth was pulling down my uniform pants. Her mother's head snapped around to see what Beth was talking about, just as my erection sprang from my boxer shorts (which shortly joined my pants on the floor). "Oh, Beth, no...," Mrs. Lewis moaned. I felt relieved, as my erection was starting to become painful in my tight uniform pants. Beth took my cock firmly in her hands, crouched down in front of me, and began giving me a blow job...very skilfully. Mom started to get up, as if she was going to intervene, but I pushed her back down, chest flat against the table. "Beth.... What are you doing?" Her mother whimpered. I raised a finger to her lips. "Sssh, she's doing just fine." Beth, ignoring her mother's pleas, continued licking my prick, coating it with a film of saliva. She took it in her mouth, her pink lips encircling the shaft, all the while looking up at me coquettishly with those big brown eyes. She sucked and slurped loudly and shamelessly. This girl sure knew what she was doing. While Beth worked on my prick, I had an opportunity to slip a finger into her mom's drooling cunt. I was trying to stay cool, but Beth was anything but...swirling her tongue around and in and out. "You have a very talented daughter," I whispered into her mom's ear, but she was already past caring. My orgasm was fast approaching, but Beth sensed this, stopped immediately, and stood up. At first, I imagined that she was afraid I was going to cum in her mouth...and I guess I would have. I was disappointed at this turn of events, but Beth just winked and smiled at me and nodded toward her mother. I still had my finger in Mom's cunt, only now she was frigging herself with it, grinding back and forth. Does Beth want to watch me fuck her mom? Of course she does. "Are you ready for something bigger?" I whispered to Mrs. Lewis as I pulled my finger out of her. She quickly spread her legs and thrust her ass back at me. "I'll take that as a yes," I said and slowly inserted my saliva-coated dick into her brimming cunt. "Owwwwww," she groaned. "It...it's ssso b-big...." Her daughter sat up on the table right next to us with a pleased look on her face. I gradually picked up the pace. I gripped the mother's hip with my left hand, and my right reached around and found her swollen clit. I kept fucking and rubbing her pussy while her daughter watched and played with herself. Mrs. Lewis shortly began to quiver and hyperventilate. "Ahhhhh, I'm cumming...ohh...don't stop...please...." In the end, she had two orgasms, and I had one. (And I think Beth had at least one, as well.) Eventually, we all floated back to earth. We lay there for I don't know how long. After a time, however, we roused ourselves, and I pulled out as Mrs. Lewis got up. She moved slowly and was more than a little wobbly. My hands slid up her body to caress her big nipples. "Thank you," she whispered, smiling shyly. That made me feel real studly. But...damn! I'd lain marinating inside her for too long -- I had another hard-on! I stared down at it stupidly. "Hang on, Mom, we can't leave just yet.... But I don't think he's going to last much longer," Beth smirked in her ignorance, while taking my stiff prick in her hand. Breaking her grip, I spun her around and lifted her right knee up onto the table. Then I quickly knelt down. I just had to get a taste of the lovely pussy I had admired so much. "Geeeezzzz," she groaned. I don't think she expected this, but I dove in, tongue flickering. Her pussy gaped open, and my tongue quickly zeroed in on her rather large clit. She was squirming and flopping about like a fish out of water. I held her in place the best I could, while nibbling away at her clit. I just love smooth, sweet pussies. "Mom...," Beth whined, sounding somewhat concerned. I heard her mother give a light laugh as she started to gather her clothes, strewn about the table. Satisfied I was now back in control, I stood up, quickly thrusting my tongue into her mouth. But she was quite aware that my lips were slick with her own juices, and she turned her head away. I smiled at her rather arbitrary daintiness, as I laid her down on the table. "Fuck me," she whispered. "Pick a number between 68 and 70," I said and lay down beside her, facing the opposite way. All out of repartee, she just licked her lips, grasped my throbbing prick with both hands, and went to work with lips, teeth, and tongue. I wondered for a moment how she liked the taste of the motherly cunt juice that was slathered all over my dick. Chuckling, I turned my attention back to her pussy. It was inflamed and brimming with juice -- sweet, with just a trace of spice. (I was glad the lube I used was edible.) She was moving her hips up and down very slowly at first. But as I teased her clit, and then started squeezing her butt-cheeks and fingering her asshole, her hips began moving a little faster. My tongue was rapidly flicking her distended clit up and down, back and forth. Soon, her hips were bucking and her whole body trembling -- but she kept suckling my dick with real gusto. All of a sudden I heard her gasping, only half-muffled by my prick in her mouth, and then her pussy began to twitch. She was moaning, babbling -- and then she just went rigid. "Who's not going to last long?" I thought. But I also knew I was not far behind her. Still, I kept lapping at her bubbling, spasming pussy. I fully expected her mother to tap me on the shoulder again. But she was busy getting dressed and really seemed blasé about the whole thing. But it was impossible to hold out any longer. I blasted a shot of hot sperm down Beth's throat, followed by several progressively weaker spurts, and her talented lips and tongue milked the last drop out of me. I slowly withdrew my now limp dick from her mouth. My uniform shirt was soaked with sweat. And I barely managed to climb off that well-used table. Beth's mother was now fully dressed. Ever mindful of office decorum, I pulled on my shorts and pants before going over to the desk and picking up two charge sheets. I tore the charge sheet for speeding into 4 pieces and handed them to Mrs. Lewis. I also tore up Beth's sheet. "Your speeding ticket and Beth's dope charge have been settled," I said. "So...we're free to go?" I heard both relief and disappointment in her voice. "Well, there are additional charges against you, ma'am: drug possession, assaulting a police officer, resisting arrest, disorderly conduct, and contributing to the delinquency of a minor.... But I think we can work out some kind of probation arrangement...sort of like 'community service'.... Come by tomorrow evening at 7:00, and we'll talk. Plan to spend a couple of hours, anyway." "Sh-shall I bring Beth?" The woman asked, blushing. "Only if you want a spectator; her debt to society has been paid." As I watched them go, I speculated about tomorrow. And I smiled at the crumpled pair of green panties that had been left behind.