They were actually 'going home', just the words had a kind of thrill in them that Vanessa loved to let herself recite silently, only so that she could hear them. She and Steph, her daughter, were 'going home'. It had been years, no, decades, since she gone south, having turned her back on memories that were bitter ones. But this was a kind of a reclamation project for the two of them.
It was a kind of a 'Mom-Daughter' bonding thing for Steph's 18th birthday, this 'going home' project.
They did it in a leisurely fashion, taking their time, stopping, when the mood was on them, and just making a total holiday of it. It got warmer, as the went south and the chills of late winter, early spring were finally left behind and they enjoyed the warmth.
The drive down through the south seemed a long one. Vanessa decided to get off of the interstate, to give Steph a kind of a feel for what the local scenery was like in this part of the south. They drove through pretty stretches of country and through some very shabby ones.
It was on a Tuesday in Creeson County that their trouble began. As they were driving along a particularly deserted stretch of road, Vanessa noticed the flashing lights of a police car coming up behind her.
"What's this all about?" she said out loud.
"What?" Steph asked.
"Oh, we're being hailed by a police car," Vanessa answered, "And I know that I wasn't speeding."
She pulled over to let the police car pass but he stopped directly behind her. She rolled her window down, as the burly cop got out of his car and came forward.
"Officer," she began in a pleasant tone of voice but he cut her off, speaking across her words:
"Where the fuck's the fire, girl?"
Vanessa was stung! She gasped at the use of the word 'girl', and simply stared at the policeman, her face on a level with his belt.
"I beg your pardon?" she said, getting angry.
"Momma?" Steph said, as much in concern for her Mom to stay cool as anything.
"I said 'where the fuck's the fire, girl?'" he repeated.
"I heard what you said," Vanessa shot back at him, "And I object to you using the word 'girl' with me. I am not, officer, your 'girl'."
There was a coldness in her voice.
"Great!" the big man said, with a sour look on his face. "Another uppity nigger bitch to deal with!"
"What?" Vanessa shrieked. "I'll have your badge for using language like that with me!"
"Momma!" Steph said again, this time with an added note of terror in her voice.
"Okay," the cop said in a growl, "Out of the car, both of you."
"I will not!" Vanessa snapped, really angry now but suddenly she was staring into the muzzle of the policeman's browning automatic pistol.
"I said out of the car!" he repeated in a deadly voice.
Vanessa calmed down immediately, her emotions playing tricks with her and began to strive for calm.
"I apologize for my temper, Officer," she began but again she was interrupted by the big man, who shouted:
"Get the fuck out of the car, nigger bitch, and you too, honey," he said nodding at Steph.
"Yes, yes, sir," Vanessa said, "Coming out now!" her voice was very soft now, and she was beginning to feel the same kind of fear that was apparent in Steph's latest uttering of 'Momma'.
"You and your Momma are in deep shit here, girl," he said across Vanessa to Steph. "So, don't you go making it worse for yourself, either of you."
As Vanessa got out of the car, she heard the policeman call in on his shoulder mic:
"Control, got two black beauties here out on the Colson road. I'll be bringing them in for speeding and resisting arrest. Gonna make a drug sweep now."
"We did not resist arrest," Vanessa complained but he pushed the browning at the back of her head and said to her:
"One more word, bitch; just one more word!"
"Sorry, sir," Vanessa said contritely.
"Okay, ladies," the policeman said then. "Here's how it will be. This is called a random drug search. I get to search part of the body of one of you for drugs..."
"Don't you dare!" Vanessa snapped, before she even knew what she was saying.
"Good enough," the cop said, "It'll be the girlie then."
"No, no, please, I'm sorry," Vanessa said contritely. "Understand that I'm nervous and I'm her Mom. Do the search with me."
Steph turned to Vanessa with a worried look but Vanessa smiled and assured her:
"It's okay, honey, he's only doing his duty."
"'Bout time!" he said and then instructed Vanessa: "Okay now, unbuckle your belt, and unbutton the waist of your slacks."
Vanessa gave off an involuntary loud intake of breath, hoping that once again her involuntary anger didn't make things worse.
"Problem, bitch?" he growled.
"No, no, sir!" Vanessa said with some difficulty.
Vanessa tried to calm herself but knew that this trespassing into her personal, intimate area was at least caused by her injudicious shows of anger. She pushed the thought from her mind, when he said:
"Yes, yes, I'm doing it," was her response, as she reached for the belt on her slacks.
"Okay, ladies," he intoned next, "Lean against the car and spread your legs."
Both of them did that. He prodded Vanessa in the back with his hand and said:
"You, girl, get those pants down to your knees, now!"
"Yes, sir," she said in a subdued voice, Steph was just staring over at what was happening with her Mom.
Vanessa's fear now began to increase. Here they were in the scene with the burly policeman, who was calling her a humiliating name, and now forcing her, in the name of a random search to pull her pants down. She swore at herself for her reactions, having forgotten how things could be here 'back home', and she was trying to keep in mind that Steph was there.
Her slacks were now down around her knees, exposing her royal purple bikini panties.
"Nice butt, girl!" the cop said, and he was answered by an immediate answer as she said:
"Thank you, sir," without even thinking about it.
"Let's do this now," he said and glanced at the wide eyed Steph. "You watch, honey," he continued, "Maybe you'll see your Momma getting a charge out of something."
It was enough to make Vanessa move; she made a grab at her slacks around her knees, but he was faster. He kicked her feet apart again, and said:
"Don't even think of moving, Blackie!"
Vanessa was cowed by his tone and shame washed over her yet again at what he called her.
He wasn't, of course, making any random drug search; he was just feeling her up. His big hands slid up under Vanessa's blouse and cupped her breasts, whose nipples, she realized with shame, were hard and pressing against the soft material of her beige bra. He chuckled and said:
"Like that, Blackie, I bet!"
Then he began to pinch the nipples and that got an loud moan from Vanessa, whose body, in spite of the situation, seemed determined to undermine her composure.
He laughed then and said: "You watching this, girl; watching your Momma show her slut side."
"Please!" Vanessa said, not even knowing right then what she was asking for, but she was cut off, when he snapped:
"Shut the fuck up, nigger!"
"Yes, sir!" she said meekly.
Vanessa was now facing one of her primal fears; the one that had always been there, never far away. She was facing the possibility that in the face of his brutal, dominating attitude, she'd just give in. She frequently, almost always, did, despite what she rationally wanted in any given situation.
His attitude and language was pushing her more and more certainly into that kind of zone. She was fighting it, since Steph was right there but she felt it happening, bringing out the part of her that she detested but so often gave vent to. An insistent voice spoke to her from inside her head:
"That's what you are right here, girl, his nigger; you enjoy this!" She shook her head, and worked at blocking the voice out but then his hands moved.
His hands drifted down to her ass and he let them slide down the slope of her ass cheeks to the furrow between her thighs. When he reached Vanessa's pussy, he began to put some pressure on it through the material of her purple panties.
She reacted immediately, without thought:
"Ohhhhhhhhhh!" she sighed and he laughed again.
"Momma seems to like this!" He felt her some more, now pushing the gusset material of her panties aside and placing his hand directly on her naked, hairy pussy.
Vanessa groaned out loud again.
"Momma?" Steph said, staring at the two of them.
"Leave your Momma alone," he said, in a gruff voice, "She's enjoying herself. Aren't you, Blackie?"
"Yessssss, god damn it!" she said, unable to feign indifference to the manipulation of his hand on her pussy and his rummaging fingers.
Then she started moving her hips with him, and he laughed again.
"Go get it, girl!" he said, pushing the fingers in deeper and finding Vanessa's clit.
She burst out with another:
"OOOOOhhhhhhhh!" at that point, and he stopped.
"Nooooooo!" she wailed.
"Tell me, Blackie, tell me bitch, tell me that you love what I'm doing and I'll continue!" he demanded.
"I do! I do love it!" she said, her voice desperate. "Please don't stop!"
Steph's mouth was open in shock.
"You just bein' slutty now, Blackie?" he asked, in a nasty voice.
"Yes, slutty now," she said, almost incoherent from lust.
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