Chris does some under the covers work for his policewoman friend.
Chris set the cruise control on the car and settled back in his seat. It was an easy thirty minute drive to the airport in the sparse traffic of the four lane highway. His mother, Heather, was in the passenger seat. She was wearing navy slacks and a grey silk blouse. The silk material draped nicely over her generous breasts. She pulled down the sun visor and checked her face in the small mirror. She ran a comb through her hair and pulled her bangs into place.
"You look great, Mom," complimented Chris. She really did - in her mid-thirties, Heather was a knockout.
"Thanks, honey," she said, dropping her comb into her purse.
"I wish you didn't have to go on this trip," said Chris as he reached across and rested his hand on his mother's thigh. He slid his hand farther and gave the inside of her leg a gentle squeeze. Chris had a week before he would start college. He had quit his summer job and he had been looking forward to just chilling out for a few days. Chilling out and nailing his mother several times a day that is. His girlfriend, Cindy wasn't available; she had already left town for her school.
Heather put her hand on her son's and snuggled it into the warmth between her thighs. "I'm sorry honey, but it's an important client. I'll be home before you know it."
"You know," Chris said, checking his rearview mirrors, "you could give me a little going away present."
"Oh, and what would that be?"
Chris unzipped his fly and pulled out his half hard cock which began to fill out and stiffen.
"Chris, it's daylight. Someone might see us."
"Come on Mom, there's practically no traffic. And you know you like a little extra excitement," Chris said with a grin.
Heather couldn't deny that. Not when she was committing incest with her son. She watched as his cock head lifted and quivered in the air above Chris' flat stomach. He was like some sort of sex god. His cock was simply huge and so was his sexual stamina. He easily kept his mother and girlfriend - two hot women - more than satisfied.
Chris reclined his driver's seat a notch. He took hold of the bottom of cock and waved the rest of it in the air, grinning at his mother. "Oh, alright," she said. "But you owe me big time when I get home."
"I'll be happy to return the favor," Chris said, as his mom fitted her lips over his cock head. He sighed in contentment. Heather couldn't get much of his huge member in her mouth, but she certainly knew what to do with it. Somehow she managed to keep either her tongue or lips in constant contact with the sensitive parts of his dick.
A couple of cars passed theirs without their passengers giving Chris or Heather a glance, but then a tall SUV drew even with their car and suddenly slowed to keep pace. Chris looked to his left. There were four teenage guys in the car and all but the driver had their faces plastered to the windows. They were watching the back of Heather's head as it bobbed up and down on his cock. The guys gave Chris a big thumbs up sign, but then they had to move on as other cars were coming up behind them.
Chris could feel his orgasm coming on. "Almost there Mom," he gasped. Heather doubled the force of her sucking and tickled the head of his cock with her tongue. "Oh shit," moaned Chris. It felt as if the end of his cock had split open when his cum erupted. He pumped a dozen shots of the creamy stuff into his mom's eager mouth. Heather managed to take his big load without losing a drop.
At the airport, Chris helped his mother unload her bag from the trunk. "Chris, why are those boys staring at us?" she asked.
Chris glanced over his shoulder. It was the four guys from the SUV. "I guess they're four horny guys looking at a hot babe. They probably can't help themselves."
Heather looked at her son with suspicion, but she didn't have time to pursue the matter. She gave Chris a quick, hard kiss on the mouth. "I'll see you in a few days," she said as she turned and left.
Chris waited until she was several steps away and then said, "'Bye Mom," in loud voice. She waved bye without looking back and he turned to get into his car. As he drove off, Chris laughed at the four teens at the curb. Their heads were bouncing back and forth from him to Heather like they were watching a tennis match.
At home the next morning, Chris stretched out luxuriously on the couch. He grabbed the remote and started flipping through the television channels. He had a week before he started college and he intended to do as little as possible. He had finished, that is, he and his mom had finished all his preschool shopping. He had most of his stuff packed and ready to go. He had quit his summer job and now he didn't have a care in the world. Well, maybe one care - he'd been up for hours and he still had his morning erection. He reached over and adjusted his cock to a more comfortable position. It was his mother's fault of course; she was away on a business trip, otherwise he would have banged her once or twice before she left for work. Well, there was always his trusty right hand.
His hand slid up the long length of his massive cock. Just as it bumped into the bulging head, he heard a bell ring. Chris looked down in stunned surprise at his cock, and then the ringing sounded once more. It was the doorbell. He jumped up and pulled his sweatshirt down over his cock. It was sticking above the waistband of his shorts.
Chris opened the front door. An attractive woman with ash blonde hair who looked to be in her mid-thirties was standing there. "Sergeant Glasson, hello," said Chris. "Don't tell me I'm a suspect again," he said in a worried voice. Earlier that summer, he had been a suspect in a murder investigation. (see: Chris and the Older Women)
"No," she said hesitantly. "Actually, I'm here on a personal matter. I was hoping you could help me."
Yeah, I'd like to help you with my personal hard-on, thought Chris. He'd had a couple of sexual encounters with the attractive policewoman during the time they'd been involved in the murder case. "Anything for you, come on in."
Glasson entered the house. She was wearing a navy blazer over grey slacks and a plain, white cotton shirt. The fitted blazer managed to accent her narrow waist and bulging breasts. She and Chris sat next to each other on the couch. After some small talk, she reached into her purse and pulled out a wallet sized picture. "This is why I'm here," she said. She handed the picture to Chris. It showed a young woman who looked as if she might be Chris' age. She was rather plain looking, with limp brown hair and dark eyes.
Chris studied the picture. "I don't know her," he said. "Who is she?"
"Let's just call her Jane Doe for the time being. I'm sure that she's not going by her real name." Glasson reached into her purse once more and pulled out a video tape. "If you can play this, I'll explain further."
Chris took the tape and inserted it in the VCR. He fiddled with the remote and then handed it to Glasson. "Thanks," she said. "I've been searching for Jane off and on for about three years. It's not a criminal investigation, just a personal matter; her family is worried about her. I wasn't having any luck until last week when a house burglar got busted. In his loot that was booked into evidence was a bunch of porn tapes. Cops will be boys of course, and the tapes got played down at the station house."
Glasson punched the play button on the remote. A bunch of young people moving to a driving dance beat appeared on the screen. The camera roved around the dance floor. The women were uniformly beautiful and they didn't mind showing off either. They lifted their tops to reveal all shapes and sizes of tits. Some ground their hips as they pulled up their short skirts to show barely covered pussies or shapely asses.
Glasson froze the picture. "Here she is."
Chris studied the screen intently. "Are you sure that's her?" he asked. "That girl has blonde hair." She also had some nice tits with perky nipples. Chris' cock agreed with him, it was beginning to ache.
"Not her, Chris, the girl on her left."
Chris dragged his eyes away from the buxom blonde. The girl on the left had been caught full in the camera's lights. She was carrying a drink tray, laden with full glasses. She was obviously Jane Doe. "Oh, yeah I see," said Chris.
"It looks as if she's working there. The trouble is, where is there?" said the sergeant. "If you run the tape to the end, you find that it's produced by a company called Torrid Video. That's an outfit that produces and sells porn tapes. It's down on Wells Street."
Chris shrugged, "OK, is there some reason you don't just flash your badge and ask them?"
"People like that comply with the letter of the law, but they usually don't want to do us any favors."
"And I suppose that you want to send poor, innocent me into that den of iniquity?" asked Chris in a shocked voice, although he had a sly grin on his face.
"You're hardly what I'd call innocent," said Glasson. "But you're right, I'd like for you find out where this tape was made. Let's watch some more of it." She punched the remote and the people on the screen came back to life. There was more tape of babes flashing their stuff, and then the scene changed and couples began to get in on the act.
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