Small Side Trip

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Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Reluctant, Coercion, MaleDom, Humiliation, .

Desc: Sex Story: A Mother and daughter on vacation in Mexico run into trouble with some small town Police.

Copyright 2001 by the Wraith390

Edited by Sara

Sue Anne Martin and her daughter Lauren were on the last days of a working vacation, traveling around Mexico City to study the ruins of Tenochtitlan. Lauren needed some field research notes before returning to Yale to write her final dissertation to get her doctorate in archeology. They decided to take a quick morning drive before the flight home the next morning.

The two women were enjoying the quiet countryside and just getting out of the big city for a couple hours. Sue Anne needed to use the restroom. She drove through a quiet village, and after passing a small police station found a gas station a couple of buildings down, pulled in next to the pumps, and saw the attendant get up from the chair and start walking to the car.

Lauren exited the car first and saw the attendant trying unsuccessfully to stare up her short red dress, and then looking directly at her chest, and finally her face. "What a pig, probably keeps his wife barefoot and pregnant. Like I would flash my panties for such a loser," she thought. She always dressed stylish and colorful; today she wore a designer original red sleeveless dress with a modest slit on the side, with matching red heels. Lauren wanted to be exactly like her mother, a smart, successful, independent, and a highly paid professional antique researcher with a major museum.

Sue Anne always wore the classic woman's power-suit; today, even in the tropical climate, she wore a tan modest skirt, which came to a couple inches above the knees, and matching jacket, a white semi-transparent silk shirt and 3-inch tan heels. She got out of the car and stretched, and then immediately reached into the back seat and pulled out her tan suit jacket. She had always been embarrassed about the size of her breasts. Sue Anne was a small-busted woman with an A cup. She noticed the attendant staring at her breasts, and quickly put the jacket on and buttoned it.

This morning, after seeing Lauren in the red dress that clung to every curve, and how young and beautiful she was, Sue Anne felt old and flat. Sue Anne entered the bathroom, and prepared for her shower, and did something she hadn't done for five months. She undressed and looked in the full-length mirror hanging on the back of the bathroom door. Her face was still pretty even with a couple of crows' feet around her eyes. She cupped her breasts. Only the pinky and the ring finger fit underneath, the rest of the fingers were on top, but at least they were symmetrical. From the front, her stomach wasn't too bad. Sue Anne ran her hands over the front of her thighs, then ran her fingers between her legs and finally across her slit. Up and down, on the second pass her middle finger entered until the first knuckle was inside. She continued the up and down motion until she felt the tingling beginning to start. She immediately stopped. "Sorry old girl, I know it's been a while, but I don't have time right now." It had been five years since she had an orgasm, and masturbation carried too much guilt to be pleasurable. After the shower, while getting dressed, she decided she needed a little extra cleavage to feel better about herself, and used some silicone breast inserts, which increased her to a full B cup. She had always traveled with a couple of padded B cup bras in her suitcase. With the fake breasts, they made her breasts look bigger; they moved very naturally, and nobody could know they weren't real. With the padded bra, Sue Anne could be a happy small C cup. Over the years, the stuffing of her bra has evolved from Kleenex, and old stockings, to foolproof expensive molded silicone breast inserts.

Pablo was sitting about half asleep when a car pulled in to get gas. This was the first car in two days. He noticed two pretty women in the car as he was walking closer. The passenger door opened and a 3-inch red high-heel emerged connected to a long toned leg, and for a split second he thought he would be rewarded with a panty shot, but he barely caught a glimmer of the lower thigh before she adjusted the skirt. He stared at the woman, mid-twenties; athletic body, nice set of hooters hidden behind an expensive red dress, wavy shoulder length blonde hair, very pretty. She wore minimal makeup, not that she needed any to look beautiful.

As Pablo passed the front bumper, the driver emerged and stretched, her lacy white bra showed clearly through her silky white shirt, but she must be shy because of the way she hurried to put on the jacket. She must be the passenger's mother, he thought. The driver was just as pretty, but with a more mature body. She had stylish short auburn hair. Her breasts looked smaller than the daughter's, and she was about 25 pounds heaver, but didn't look fat. There was something sexy about the shy older woman in the tan business suit

"Please fill it up. Where are the bathrooms? And how far is Morelia?" Sue Anne asked.

"Most tourists don't come this direction, but about 10 miles straight down this road, you'll see the main road. Turn right and follow it till you hit the city. You'll need a key for the restroom." Pablo said. As he started to fill the car with gas, he looked at their asses, and it was hard to pick a favorite - each had its own appeal. The daughter's ass was perfect, tight and toned! You could tell this girl worked out religiously. The mother's ass had a couple extra pounds, but it would give you something to hold as you slammed the meat to her. Once their clothes were removed it would be easier to decide. He handed the key to the ladies, and started to smile to himself as he quickly called the local police chief.

"Hey, El Jefe, get over here quick. Some fun finally pulled into town, and remember it's my turn to frisk them. I know, I know, you always get first choice on fucking." Pablo hurried to the car and opened the passenger door, and put a package wrapped in duct tape containing nothing but powered sugar, under the passenger's seat. He walked to the front of the rental car, raised the hood and checked the oil, waiting for the fun to begin.

"Have you ever seen a more disgusting and dirty bathroom?" Lauren said, trying not to touch any surfaces in the bathroom as she waited for her mother to finish.

"No, I don't think I have, but I can't wait anymore or I'll explode. Too much coffee this morning." Sue Anne replied from inside the dirty stall. "I don't think this place has ever been cleaned, but at least the toilet works. Let me wash my hands, and we'll get out of this nasty place. Just think tonight we'll be staying at a local bed and breakfast, and tomorrow we'll be flying home."

The women were walking back to their car and noticed a police car with its lights flashing pull in and parked directly behind their car. A large man got out of the police car, approached their car, and talked to the attendant, then suddenly looked in the women's direction.

"Ma'am," said the uniformed officer, " is this your vehicle? There have been reports of a car fitting this description delivering drugs. I'm sorry, but I'll need to search the car. I don't think I'll find anything, but I have to do my duty. I hope you understand. May I search your car voluntary?"

"Officer, feel free to check it, but there are no drugs anywhere inside" Sue Anne said, smiling.

"Hi, I'm the local police chief of this small town, and they call me El Jefe. What are your names?"

"I'm Sue Anne and this is my daughter, Lauren."

El Jefe nodded politely, and opened the driver's door, looked in the back seat and under the driver's seat. He got out of the car and walked around the car and opened the passenger's door, and checked the glove box. "So far, so good. You'll be on your way any moment." He laughed to himself, as he knew there is a package under this seat. Because Pablo always puts it under the passenger's seat. He leaned over and pulled the package out and set it on the roof.

"What's this then? You said there weren't any drugs in the car. I hate liars more than drug dealers." The Chief tried to look surprised and angry as he contemplated the prospect of searching the two suddenly terrified looking women.

"That is not ours! We have never seen that before. Please believe me. This is a rental car, maybe it the previous owners," Lauren pleaded.

El Jefe pulls out a pocketknife and pokes a hole in the package, and shows the white powder to the women, then brushes the powder on his pants. "Just as I said before, Liars; nothing but filthy liars. Don't move, you'll need to be frisked before going to the station." El Jefe turned to Pablo. "Pablo which one do you want to frisk first?"

Pablo, the attendant stepped up behind Lauren and started to reach out to frisk her, but she stepped away and screamed, "Don't touch me! We haven't done anything wrong. You can't let him do this to us. He isn't even a cop. He's just some bum that pumps gas for a living."

"Ma'am," the Chief said, patiently. " This is deputy Pablo. This town is too small to afford a police chief and a deputy both working at the same time, and he works the night shift, but he is an official deputized law enforcement officer. Pablo, show the ladies your badge." He laughed inside as Pablo showed the fake badge. "The things a person can buy online are amazing."

Pablo again stepped behind the young woman, and again she complained. "I won't do it. He is not touching me with those filthy hands."

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