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.
 
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                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. 

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    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.