The evil policeman is on duty.

Patrol officers Lao Ma and Xiao Sun sat in their patrol car, parked in the parking lot opposite the Candy Bar. They were observing a young woman drinking and celebrating with friends. The woman, with slightly dark skin, wore a loose-fitting blue long-sleeved blouse and a knee-length navy blue ruffled lace skirt. "Good stuff," Xiao Sun said calmly. "I think we should try it on her," Lao Ma agreed. After the woman drove away from the bar, Lao Ma started the patrol car and followed her. After two blocks, he turned on the patrol lights. The woman slowed down and stopped in front of a convenience store that had already closed. Lao Ma got out of the patrol car and gestured for the woman to roll down the driver's side window. "Please show me your driver's license." Lao Ma noticed the fear on the woman's face and calmly continued, "How many drinks did you have tonight?" "Just two," the woman replied, her voice trembling. "I see you've had more than two drinks; you're trembling," Old Ma said casually. "Looks like I'll have to give you a sobriety test." The young woman remained silent. Old Ma knew she was getting increasingly frightened, and a secret, almost painfully satisfying pleasure welled up inside him. "You don't want me to do that, do you? Looks like I'll have to take you to the police station for a while." "Please let me go. My home is nearby, and I'm really not drunk, really." Old Ma felt it was time. "How about a deal? If you give me something, I'll let you go." "Hmm, how much do you want?" the terrified young woman asked. Suddenly, Old Ma reached into the young woman's blouse, ripping off two or three buttons, revealing her white lace bra. He then pulled her breasts out of the bra. The young woman stared in horror at Old Ma's wicked eyes as he stared at her breasts. Old Ma turned on his flashlight and shone it on the young woman's breasts, which had been pulled from her bra. "I don't want money, I just want to play with this, just for a little while." "Please don't do this, I'll give you money," the young woman pleaded. Old Ma stared at the young woman's breasts, which were trembling with fear, and threatened in a low voice, "You fucking listen to me, it's just for a little while, it's not like you'll lose a piece of flesh." The young woman silently lowered her head and said nothing. Old Ma unhooked the front of the bra, letting a pair of breasts pop out. He pinched the left breast with his hand, carefully examining the brown mole on the breast that was deformed under pressure, and then moved his hand to the right breast. This time he just slowly and gently rubbed along the shape of the breast. "Your breasts are nice, are they a C cup?" "Mmm, mmm..." The young woman lowered her head and remained silent with tears in her eyes. Old Ma continued to fondle the young woman's breasts, this time pinching her hardening nipples with his thumb and forefinger. Not satisfied, he sat in the passenger seat, pulled up her skirt, and dragged her white panties down to her thighs. He then slipped his hand between her tightly pressed thighs, slowly stroking along the inside of her thighs towards her pubic area. "Old Ma, something's up, we have to go," Xiao Sun shouted from the patrol car. Old Ma removed his hand from the young woman's body and left her car. "Next time, remember to call a taxi." He returned to the patrol car and drove away with Xiao Sun without looking back. ... "How was it?" "Fantastic. Mature, full breasts, great-feeling nipples. She even allowed me to touch her mons pubis with my fingers. I don't know why she did that; her condition wasn't actually that bad." "Was she scared?" "Trembling like a puppy," Old Ma chuckled. "Perhaps Boss Yan can go even further," Xiao Sun said. "Yeah," Old Ma nodded. "Boss Yan is fucking amazing in this area. He can tell how far he can go with just one glance." On the other side of the city, patrol officers Zheng Dong and Liu Fendou were following a car that was clearly dancing a swaying dance, until the car drove to a fork in the road with few buildings and trees and bushes on both sides. They stopped the car in front, and the two of them got out to give the girl driving the alcohol test. They made her walk in a straight line, touch her nose, and then bend over to touch her big toe. She did neither well nor badly, just average. Zheng Dong and Liu Fendou repeatedly asked the girl to bend over so that they could see her low-rise shorts revealing her red underwear. Of course, the girl was pretty. After threatening to take her back to the police station for detention, Liu Fendou gave the girl a bandit-like ultimatum, "You have to accept the consequences and take off your clothes." "What? Why?" the girl asked. "Don't ask why, just do it, take off your clothes." "But I'm not wearing a bra," the girl protested. "What kind of treatment is this?" "I'll say it one last time, take your clothes off." Liu Fendou ordered fiercely. The girl slowly pulled up the edge of her short-sleeved shirt and reluctantly pulled it off. Now her upper body was completely naked. She crossed her arms over her chest to cover her body, and let her long black hair down. She was now almost naked, wearing only high heels and her short red hot pants. Liu Fendou and Zheng Dong's greedy eyes kept sliding over the girl's cone-shaped breasts, light-colored areolas, and erect nipples in the air. "You said your home is only three blocks from here?" Liu Fendou asked. "Yes." The girl, naked from the waist down, answered. "Okay, then you walk home now, and we'll follow you." The girl looked at the police in disbelief, but the two policemen simply returned to their patrol car. The girl had no choice but to pick up her clothes and slowly start walking home. The two policemen in the patrol car sat watching the girl's swaying hips as she walked, her two sexy buttocks rising and falling with each step in her tight red hot pants. "Not bad," Zheng Dong commented from inside the car, "Not the best, but acceptable." "How did I do?" Liu Fendou asked. "Not bad, not bad," Zheng Dong agreed. "I used to work with Boss Yan on this street. It was broad daylight, and it wasn't far from here. Damn, I really want to find a girl to fuck tonight. By the way, do you think Boss Yan might make this girl take her pants off and maybe squeeze her nipples?" "You never know. Boss Yan is fucking amazing in this area. He can tell how far he can go with just one glance." "Absolutely right. He has that talent." "And experience too. He started doing this when I was still a rookie." Zheng Dong and Liu Fendou "escorted" the girl back to her home, then suddenly started the car and sped away, leaving a last glance at the girl's still-swaying buttocks as she walked. In an alley on the other side of the city, rookie detective Chen Lei sat on the back of his patrol car, listening to the constant "tsk tsk" sucking sounds coming from behind him, while his partner, high-ranking patrolman Boss Yan, sat in the back seat of the patrol car, his body sunken into the shadows of the bushes. A slender prostitute was performing oral sex on Boss Yan. Her rapid rhythm and skillful movements were something only an experienced prostitute could achieve. Boss Yan finally ejaculated comfortably into the prostitute's mouth. After Boss Yan finished his convulsions, the prostitute opened the car door and spat her mouthful of semen onto the ground. Boss Yan leisurely zipped up his police uniform trousers, still holding a small glass bottle he had taken from the prostitute's bra. "What's this? Are you trying to tell me if it's MSG or sugar?" Boss Yan asked with a grin. "That's none of your business," the prostitute replied. "I think I've already confiscated this stuff," Boss Yan said. "Damn it, don't take it all, there's quite a bit." "Okay, I'll take half." Boss Yan poured half of the white powder from the bottle, returned the rest, bottle and all, to the prostitute, who immediately left without looking back. Only then did Boss Yan let Chen Lei drive the car out of the alley. "Hey kid, want some dessert?" Boss Yan asked Chen Lei. "No thanks. I don't touch prostitutes' stuff. Fucking a young cunt and getting a prostitute to give you a free blowjob are two different things." "I know what you mean," Boss Yan said, "but sometimes you can only do your best. Sometimes you can patrol all day and not catch one of these things. Other times, boom, a heavy, fleshy ass suddenly sits on your lap. As long as you know how to make a deal, things go back to normal. I'm still a cop, so I'll pretend nothing happened. So..." Boss Yan ended his long speech with one sentence: "We have to keep our eyes open at all times and not miss any opportunity." At first, Dad promised to drive me and a few teammates from the basketball team to the game, but he suddenly got a business trip assignment. So Mom had to drive us to the game instead. The other teammates had their own parents picking them up, and those without cars took the subway and then the bus. I don't know what I was thinking, but I told them they could ride in my family's van. To be honest, I wasn't very familiar with these teammates. Although we went to the same school, we only trained together. During the first game, I discovered a secret about them: they were very interested in my mother's body. They weren't being particularly careful around me because they didn't know the woman they were observing was my mother. "Look there, that long-legged woman's nipples are huge." I looked in the direction they were talking about and saw they were discussing my mother. They continued talking, saying lewd things, discussing whether they could get my mother into bed. "Show her our muscles, our penises, she'll definitely..."爱得不得了，嘿嘿……」听到这话我当然有些不爽，甚至想几个说的特别起劲的家伙揍一顿，不过我当时却觉得很奇怪，为什幺我虽然生气，可肚子热呼呼的，而下身也听得一阵发胀。最早我也试过想着妈妈的身体让自己兴奋起来，有时妈妈会不戴胸罩，穿着睡衣在家里走来走去。我还记得有次我们一家人开车去一个没什幺人气的水库边自助游，晚上妈妈就穿着睡衣，我看见了她的乳沟还有睡衣掩盖不住的阴毛，我兴奋得躲在自己的帐篷里手淫。幻想着妈妈穿着我在她衣柜里发现的那件很久以前她穿过的黑色性感睡衣，站在我面前抛着媚眼奶声奶气地对我撒娇地说：「儿子，我需要你。」然后就脱掉睡衣，一丝不挂地坐在我身上让我操她。 One summer day, two carpenters came to our house to fix the leaky wall. I noticed them secretly eyeing my mother. She was wearing a casual short-sleeved shirt that day, and when she bent over, her cleavage was exposed, and I could even see her large nipples. The two carpenters seemed to be exchanging secret signals. Suddenly, I thought that if I wasn't home that day, those two strong carpenters might not be able to control their lust and would carry my mother to her room on the second floor and gang rape her. They might even knock her unconscious, stuff her into a small loaf of bread, and sell her to Eastern Europe, or they might just kill her after raping her to the point of near death. Just thinking about them strangling my mother with a chalk line, her naked body swinging her breasts as she struggled, her face flushed red, and her legs kicking back and forth, with semen splattering from her vagina, made me unable to control myself and I masturbated in my room. It was only at times like these that I realized my mother might actually be the type many men find attractive. At the same time, I realized I might be somewhat perverted, harboring such cruel and terrifying sexual fantasies about my own mother—completely different from my usual self-perception—I had always thought of myself as a somewhat "homebody" good kid. That afternoon at the competition, my mother sat in the audience with several other classmates' and teammates' parents. One couple lived right across the street from us, and seeing a man other than my father talking to my mother made me feel inexplicably uncomfortable. It was a hot day. Before going out that evening, my mother wore a slightly tight orange short-sleeved shirt and a long, knee-length, textured canvas skirt. Because she was hot, she didn't wear her usual thick bra, but instead wore a thin-strapped bra, which revealed her nipples. Several classmates' fathers complimented my mother's figure with ulterior motives, but she just smiled and ignored them. Just before the game started, two teammates ran down to the lower section of the stands, hoping to see if they could catch a glimpse of my mom's underwear under her skirt. I thought they might even see a slit in the fabric, though I wanted to join them. However, they probably realized this time that the "auntie" they'd been observing was my mom, so they avoided me as much as they used to, and didn't dare chatter on and on like before. I pretended not to notice and continued warming up on the court. Someone's dad bought my mom a cold drink and took her to the convenience store in the rest area for a chat, but she came back quickly with the soda. I thought to myself, "Who the hell is this dad? Trying to pick up girls by buying two sodas? What does he think my mom is?" As Mom bent over and squeezed through the seated audience to get to her seat, two men peered from above, intently observing the cleavage that appeared as she bent over, and excitedly discussing it. Mom was already somewhat concerned, so while holding a soda in one hand, she covered the neckline of her short-sleeved shirt with the other. Unfortunately, this only made the shirt cling even tighter to her body, making the shape of her breasts even more obvious. On her way back to her seat, Mom's breasts seemed to pop out of her bra. She carefully tucked them back in, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. Because she was constantly looking for me in the audience, she didn't realize that her every move was being watched, and unfortunately, I was one of those observers. I was sitting behind several cheerleaders, so she couldn't see me. However, I was sitting in the wrong row, in the back row of the opposing school's cheerleading squad. I was wondering why none of these cheerleaders recognized me, and why they all seemed hostile towards me. I pretended to be nonchalant while secretly wondering what I had done to them. Did these little bitches drink too much Sanlu milk? We lost the game against Yan'an Middle School, and the furious coach called us outside the open-air stadium and gave us a good dressing down. My mom was anxiously gesturing to me from the stands, but I could only pretend not to see her. I knew she wanted to get home before Friday's rush hour. When we were leaving, two teammates who were supposed to ride with us, Xiaoming and Xiaohua (translator's note: pseudonyms used to protect minors), disappeared. Later, I found them in a small grove outside the stadium. So, Mom, Xiaoming, Xiaohua, Erhuzi, Zhang Dazui, Xiaojun, and I all got into the van. When the van started, there was a faint, strange smell in the cargo area, like the smell of a campfire at a lakeside camping trip in the summer. But the smell seemed familiar, yet it wasn't the smell of smoke. Suddenly, I realized it was the smell of marijuana leaves. Mom started the car, and before we left the parking lot, a police car circled around to the front of us. Actually, it had been following us since the parking lot, but no one had noticed. At first, Mom thought everything was fine and even tried to speed around the police car. The police car immediately turned on its lights and siren. After Mom stopped, two policemen got out and approached our car from both sides. Mom rolled down the driver's side window. Her two teammates in the back were laughing and cursing at the police. Mom turned and quietly told them to stop, saying, "Neither of you are allowed to say a word. I'll handle this." As she turned back, a policeman with greasy hair and dandruff, emitting a sweaty smell from his hat, poked his head into the car and asked Mom for her driver's license. While looking at the license, he suddenly looked up warily and said, "Who's smoking marijuana?" Mom sniffed it. The policeman looked at her warily, and Mom stammered, "Um... um... this..." "Turn off the engine immediately and remove the keys," the policeman ordered. At the same time, he gripped the radio on his shoulder and said urgently, "...Seven suspects, requesting backup, our location is..." "Madam, please get out of the car." My mother reluctantly took out the car keys, unbuckled her seatbelt, opened the door, and got out. "Please stand in front of the patrol car," the policeman said. As my mother walked past him, the policeman's eyes scanned her body from head to toe. "Move to the side of the patrol car and put your hands on the roof." My mother turned to look at us and placed her hands on the roof of the patrol car as instructed by the policeman. Our van and the police car blocked the exit of the parking lot, and a long line of cars was behind them. Everyone got out of their cars to see what was going on. Many of them were my classmates, teammates, and their parents. When they saw the policeman ordering my mother to put her hands on the roof of the patrol car, everyone gathered around. The greasy-haired policeman then walked around to the passenger side where I was sitting and made me get out of the car. "Put your hands on the roof of the van." After I did so, the policeman with the buzz cut stood beside me, watching me. His hair was very greasy. The policeman then opened the van door. "You all get out, one at a time, one after another. Don't rush or dawdle." After they all got out of the van, they put their hands on the roof of the van, just like me. Then the policeman made us line up. At that moment, another police car arrived. Two officers got out, one of whom was a policeman. His shoulder insignia was more prestigious than the others. He had a shiny forehead, was very tall, and had a large belly. He seemed to be the one giving orders. The greasy-haired cop told him, "Six men and one woman. I saw two of the men smoking marijuana and then hiding in the car. The woman driving tried to escape in front of us. After we made her stop, she told the others not to speak. We've only had them get out of the car and put their hands on the roof; we haven't searched the suspects or the vehicle yet." The idea that my mom tried to escape was pure nonsense, but Paul and Jesse might have actually been smoking marijuana before I found them, which made our loss look even worse. At that moment, the lieutenant ordered, "You and Old Ma, search those kids." The two cops who had initially stopped us started searching us, and I was the first to be searched. The crew-cut detective started from my shoulders, then my hands, armpits, down my sides, then my thighs, inside, and even my genitals. Everyone else next to me was searched in the same way. The senior officer climbed into our minivan and came out waving my mother's purse. "I need to question the female suspect separately," he said. I swear, as he said this, the greasy-haired policeman gave the senior officer a knowing, goofy grin. I'm not sure if that's exactly what the senior officer said, but suddenly my mother was the center of attention. The noise of the patrol car's still-running engine mingled with the noise of the minivan, and we all watched as my mother bent over, her hands gripping the patrol car's...On the hood, her tight skirt was very short, revealing her smooth thighs and her drooping nipples. The senior police officer slowly walked behind my mother, and without a word, suddenly placed his hand on her shoulder, quickly handcuffing her hands behind her back. Then, he wrapped his large hand around my mother's waist, placed his other elbow on her waist, and placed his palm on my mother's chest through her shirt. My mother began to breathe heavily in panic. I stood at the back of the van, away from my six teammates. From here, I could clearly see the senior police officer and my mother a few meters away. I saw him forcefully push her breasts out of her bra through her shirt, even exposing the shirt. He quickly kneaded my mother's breasts, circling them from the bottom. He pressed his body against my mother, lifting her coarse cotton skirt from below, his right hand reaching inside to touch her bare thighs, moving upwards until it reached inside her shirt. My mother was pinned down, unable to move, only able to cry out in protest. Just as she was screaming, the senior police officer pinched her thigh hard at the crotch. The officer temporarily stepped back, leaving my mother, handcuffed behind her back, standing panicked in front of the patrol car, gasping for breath. I looked at my teammates to see if anyone else had witnessed what had just happened. Looking around at the others, I realized that about fifty people had also seen my mother being assaulted by the senior police officer, including all my teammates, five other teammates' fathers, and at least two classmates' mothers. One of the classmates' mothers angrily said to her husband, "He shouldn't have done that, should he?" Her husband just shrugged helplessly. So she shouted at the senior officer, "You can't do that! Searching women must be done by female officers!" The senior officer stepped back, looking at the classmate's mother with a mocking gaze. "If there isn't a female officer here, I have the right to search female suspects." "What serious crime?" a classmate's father asked. "I heard it was just two kids smoking marijuana." The senior officer glared at the classmate's father, picked up my mother's purse, and took out a small glass bottle. "These are the drugs found in her purse. This is a serious crime. You'll see in the newspapers tomorrow." The noisy crowd immediately fell silent. This was astonishing. I thought it must be a misunderstanding; maybe the bottle contained something else. Until this happened, I didn't realize it was a frame-up. Some people in the crowd were still indignant. Finally, the senior officer picked up his radio. "Call for female officer backup!" Boss Yan unlocked my mother's handcuffs and ordered, "Now turn around and stand facing me. Then close your eyes, raise both hands to the sides, and touch your nose with your index finger." He was conducting a sobriety test on my mother. "Use your right hand, not your left." Mom had no choice but to obey his orders. Doing this in front of so many people was humiliating, especially considering that everyone around had just witnessed the high-ranking policeman using a body search to grope her. Then, Boss Yan made Mom stand in a small open space between two parking spaces and walk a straight line, one foot next to the other. Mom began walking in a straight line as instructed for the sobriety test. After only a few steps, Boss Yan made her turn around, facing away from the patrol car. "Stop now, bring your knees together, then bend over and touch your left big toe with your right hand." Mom hesitated for a moment before slowly bending over. Her clothes were quite tight today, and as she bent over, her skirt slowly stretched her buttocks, and worse, it started to slip down, exposing her back and buttocks. When her arms reached just halfway down her calves, the skirt had almost slipped down to her thighs, revealing her pink underwear. "Keep bending over," Boss Yan commanded. My mother had no choice but to remain bent over. All the police officers, and my teammates, were staring intently at her pink panties covering her buttocks, and the small bulge between her tightly pressed thighs, where dark pubic hair was clearly visible. My mother remained bent over, displaying her buttocks, until Boss Yan told her to stand up and return to the patrol car, placing her hands on the roof. A patrolman emerged from our van with one of my teammates' change bag: "I found marijuana cigarettes." He opened the bag and pulled out some what looked like marijuana cigarettes, showing them to the senior officer. I didn't know whose bag it was, but I guessed it was probably either Bao Xiaoming or Xiaohua's. Another officer took a large roll of blue warning tape from the trunk of the patrol car: "There are too many suspects; we don't have enough handcuffs." He then began tearing off the yellow warning tape, first making me put my hands behind my back, then binding my wrists; the other officers did the same. However, they handcuffed my mother with metal handcuffs. Her hands were cuffed behind her back, and her nipples, which had already slipped out of her bra, became even more prominent. I dare say that when she bent over just now, most of her breasts had slipped out of her bra. Now they looked bigger and fuller, and the nipples were firmly pushing against her shirt. You could even see the pale brown areola of her left breast through the collar of her shirt. My mother was clearly not concerned about these things; she seemed very scared and anxious. A few minutes later, the third police car finally arrived, this time with a male and a female officer as backup. The female officer had dyed brown hair tied back, a pretty face, and a decent figure, except that her shoulders were a bit too broad, her hips were a little large, and she exuded too much masculinity. I was surprised at myself because, in this situation, I didn't feel scared at all. Instead, I was comparing the size of the female officer's breasts, which were covered by her tight-fitting uniform, with my mother's. The senior officer said to the policewoman, "Cocaine was found in the female suspect's wallet. I just conducted a body search, but I need you to do a more thorough, full search. Don't miss any places where small items might be hidden, like..." The senior officer glanced at the mother's backside. The policewoman looked around at the onlookers: "Right here?" "Remember, your duty is first and foremost that of a police officer, Julie," the senior detective said sternly, but as he spoke, he kept his eyes on a couple in the crowd. The couple seemed quite unhappy with his order for the policewoman to conduct a "full search" on the spot, and were shouting in protest. The policewoman walked towards the mother and looked her up and down from behind for almost a minute. The policewoman gently ran her fingers through the mother's shoulder-length brown hair, carefully searching it—this was probably the last bit of gentleness she showed. "Turn around." Mom turned around as the policewoman instructed, her hands still handcuffed behind her back, leaving her facing Officer Julie with a pitiful expression. "Open your mouth," the policewoman said impatiently, shining a flashlight into Mom's mouth. "Lift your tongue." She examined Mom's mouth carefully with the flashlight until she was satisfied before letting Mom turn around again. Mom stood facing the hood of the police car, and the policewoman then made her bend over and lie face down on the hood. As soon as she finished speaking, she roughly pressed Mom's shoulders against the hood from behind, her upper body firmly pressed against the still-warm hood. "Spread your legs." Mom slowly spread her legs, which, from my perspective, should have been enough for the policewoman to search, but perhaps the policewoman felt it wasn't enough. She forcefully kicked Mom's legs apart, making them spread even wider. Watching Mom stick her buttocks out while spreading her legs, I felt my lower body start to harden again. What exactly did this policewoman want? My teammates, standing at the same angle as me, were all looking at my mother, as were the parents of the students gathered in the parking lot, other adults, and some unrelated people just joining in the fun. I think there must have been more than seventy people by now! It was fucking embarrassing! Julie, imitating the senior police officer, ran her hands along my mother's sides for a moment, then her hands reached my mother's waist, slipping them under the hem of her shirt and flipping it up to the back of her neck, completely exposing my mother's smooth back and the straps of her white bra to everyone's eyes. Although Julie's movements were quick, to me it was like watching a slow-motion movie; I could even notice every tiny movement. After flipping up my mother's shirt, Julie demanded that my mother raise her hands and turn around. She then reached her hands under my mother's bra and roughly groped inside. My mother, overwhelmed with shame, raised her hands, biting her lip and turning her face to the side, letting her breasts jump out of the bra and sway incessantly in the air. I heard Jesse exclaim, "My God!" At the same time, others murmured what sounded like groans or exclamations of wonder, interspersed with a few whistles. I even heard two women gasp softly. Everyone was staring at my mother's throbbing nipples; her breasts now looked much larger than when they were in her bra.Those lovely, fleshy breasts were a bluish-white, and from my current angle, they looked exceptionally white, while the nipples were exceptionally dark. The stark contrast made my mother's breasts appear incredibly provocative. Officer Julie didn't hesitate; she lifted my mother's breasts, shaking her large, dark brown nipples, while her other hand reached into her bra to search for drugs. I stared intently as my mother's nipples trembled in the air. My mother kept her head down, pretending nothing was happening, but I knew she was terrified. Although it happened quickly, I think I'll never forget how my mother's nipples trembled in the air; I'll always remember that look. I had seen those beautiful breasts hidden under my mother's pajamas before, guessing what they looked like from the marks on the nipples, but now, watching Julie hold my mother's breasts, letting the nipples swing in the air, while my mother could only humiliatingly allow someone to play with her breasts, made my lower body throb with desire. I was furious at what those damned police officers had done, but on the other hand, they had laid bare my mother's breasts and nipples before my eyes. For the first time, I was able to share my mother's sexy breasts with someone so openly. And my mother couldn't say anything. The feeling of sharing with someone was heartbreaking, partly because of the sharing itself, and partly because of the secret pleasure that was almost unbearable. This incredibly blatant pornographic scene, with my mother as the protagonist, was simply unbearable. It was too fucking exciting! Julie reached for my mother's lower body, but she wasn't going to pull down her skirt. She first lifted my mother's breasts, pretending to examine the lower edge of her breasts, then let go, allowing my mother's breasts to bounce back. My mother's shirt and bra were still hanging above her breasts, leaving those two full mounds of flesh nowhere to hide. Then, Julie pinched my mother's buttocks through her skirt and examined her thighs along the outer edge. Suddenly, with a practiced, swift movement, she tugged at the folds of the skirt, lifting it high up to just above my mother's underwear. The skirt was crumpled into a knot, secured at my mother's waist. My mother remained in the position of leaning against the hood of the police car, the pink cotton underwear taut against her protruding buttocks. With lightning speed, Julie pulled the underwear down to my mother's knees, immediately drawing a new wave of attention. Some whistled, some whispered, some applauded, and some women complained. My teammates, however, clearly approved of the scene. My mother's buttocks taut inwards, because Julie had instructed her to do this; she was carefully examining the edge of my mother's underwear—who knows what that had to do with "loosening your buttocks"? Perhaps after Julie finished examining her mother's armpits, she suddenly slipped her hand inside her mother's hairy pubic area, causing her mother to instinctively clench her buttocks in panic, trying to trap Julie's hand with her thighs to prevent her from touching and pinching her pubic hair. Of course, from my current angle, I couldn't see my mother's body very clearly; I could only see a wisp of dark brown pubic hair occasionally peeking out from her writhing lower body, the same color as her hair. Before this, I had seen a few stray pubic hairs accidentally revealed from the edge of my mother's swimsuit, but I never imagined her pubic hair was so thick. Julie loudly berated her mother for her lack of cooperation, then spread her legs wide again. She took a pair of medical natural rubber gloves from her waist bag, carefully put them on, and ordered her mother to relax. She bent down, her nose almost touching her mother's buttocks, and forcefully inserted her middle finger into her mother's anus. Her mother let out a long, piercing scream, her whole body arching and trembling, collapsing onto the car hood in pain. Julie's finger was forced out of her anus. Julie slapped her mother's plump buttocks hard: "You must obey my orders." Julie again slowly inserted her finger into her mother's anus, trembling slightly, until the entire finger was inside the brown rectum, then forcefully stirred it inside. With the slightest movement of her finger, her mother screamed as if electrocuted. I could see the pain on her face as it turned away, her features contorted, large tears streaming down her cheeks. Julie ruthlessly pressed her mother's shoulders, pinning her body firmly against the hood of the police car. Her mother's breasts were squeezed, bulging from both sides of her body, with the left nipple sticking out and pointing upwards. A buzz of noise rose from the crowd. The woman who had protested earlier yelled at the first officer who appeared, "What right do you have to do this? This is a public place! This is a violation of human rights!" The officer grinned and replied, "The Constitution and the amended Public Security Administration Regulations stipulate that female officers have the right to conduct nude searches of female suspects, but these laws and regulations don't strictly define when it's permissible and when it's not. So, we're acting according to the law." The woman's husband angrily roared, "Come on! Stop talking nonsense! Of course you know this is wrong. I'm calling the newspapers and the TV station!" The senior officer took a large step forward with a threatening look. Step by step, she glared menacingly at the protesters and said, "Listen up, all of you. We are currently conducting a crime scene investigation according to legal procedures. If any of you try to obstruct the police, that's a crime! And those of you who think you're so smart, if you keep babbling on and on, I can lend you a pair of handcuffs to handcuff yourselves, and then I'll send you to jail for a short break, right now!" This stern warning immediately silenced the crowd. No one protested the police's actions anymore. Compared to being handcuffed and jailed for "acting bravely," everyone suddenly felt it was safer to continue quietly watching their mother's gradual "exposure." Julie finished examining her mother's anus and quickly withdrew her fingers from her trembling body. Her mother seemed to let out a long sigh, collapsing limply onto the hood of the police car, gasping for breath. Julie, with a cold smile, continued to reach for her mother's lower body. Suddenly, she inserted her middle finger into her mother's labia majora and shook her hand forcefully. The pain her mother had just experienced began again in a different location. Her body tensed once more, and she cried out softly, accompanied by painful groans. Julie had already inserted three fingers into her mother's lower body. Her mother's cries and gasps grew increasingly desperate, but Julie ignored them, using her other hand to search her mother's lower abdomen. It seemed Mom had been trying to remain silent, knowing it was shameful, but Julie's abuse of her lower body was unbearable. After intermittent sobs and moans, Mom suddenly raised her head high and screamed, "Ah..." The sound was chilling, and her body trembled violently as if electrocuted. After Julie finished searching Mom's genitals, she slowly withdrew her fingers, then carefully peeled off her gloves and carelessly tossed them on the ground. Mom could finally catch her breath. Her contorted body lay on the hood of the engine, panting like an animal, her eyes closed, saliva dribbling from the corners of her mouth. I was surprised to find that Mom's nipples were erect. Julie glanced at her mother with disdain, then quickly pulled her mother's pants back to their original position by the belt. She also lowered the shirt that had excited the onlookers. After pulling down the shirt, Julie touched her mother's breasts through the fabric. Her mother seemed completely powerless and could only let her do as she pleased. However, Julie only found the bra that had been pulled out of place through the clothes, pulled it back, and stuffed her mother's breasts back into the bra like stuffing something into a plastic bag. The action was swift and rough. I heard a muffled hiss from the crowd, clearly a hiss of disappointment. Julie shuffled back to the senior officer, deliberately speaking loudly; even I could clearly hear her conversation with the officer. She said, "Did you see that woman's final tremor? Can you believe it? That bitch actually orgasmed during my search of her!" The crowd heard Julie's words, and whispers and malicious snickers began to circulate. My teammates laughed especially loudly. My mother, who was panting with her head down, also heard the commotion in the crowd, and her head drooped even lower. The greasy-haired policeman walked in and reported to the senior officer, "Boss Yan, we've finished the search, but all we found was this marijuana pipe." "That's enough. That's enough to lock these guys up. Listen, Zheng Dong!" Boss Yan thought for a moment and said, "You and Liu Fendou stay here and wait for the tow truck to come and take this van away. Julie, you put these three little guys in your car and take them back." He pointed to Xiao Ming, Xiao Hua, and Zhang Dazui. "I'll put the remaining three and the female suspect in my car.""From his orders, I knew I was going to jail with my mother, and those damned Erhu and Xiaojun too. I watched as everyone else climbed into Julie's car one by one, while the rest of us, including myself, could only obediently get into Boss Yan's car. "Have the female suspect sit in the middle seat, so they can't collude in the car," Boss Yan instructed his partner. The surrounding crowd continued to watch, excitedly watching my mother being led into Boss Yan's car with her hands cuffed behind her back. Her top was still disheveled, her skirt was uneven, and even her bra was still haphazardly stuffed inside her clothes. I noticed that my mother's left nipple was still standing out outside her bra, quite noticeably protruding from her shirt. Two policemen opened the right sliding door of Boss Yan's patrol car and helped my mother carefully sit inside, because my mother's hands were cuffed behind her back, making it very inconvenient for her to move around." Officer Yan's patrol car was a van with high doors. My mother struggled to lift her left leg and squeeze into the car. Because her skirt wasn't smoothed out, when she raised her leg high, I saw her naked lower body again. Her pink panties were loosely pulled up on her thighs, offering no cover whatsoever for her genitals. Her thick pubic hair and dark labia were clearly visible, which greatly excited me and the other onlookers. I felt that my mother had unknowingly given everyone a free and stimulating adult show. Erhuzi, Xiaojun, and I were crammed into the back row of the patrol car, while my mother sat in the middle row. Officer Yan sat in the passenger seat, and a young policeman was driving. I leaned forward slightly and saw Officer Yan place his hand on my mother's thigh, slowly stroking it and pulling up her skirt. My mother remained silent, her eyes fixed on the window, moaning softly. Suddenly, the car started moving, and I was thrown against the back door, hitting it hard. "What's going on? You all better sit down properly," Boss Yan said. "The policewoman didn't pull my bra back into place," Mom said, trembling. "The bottom edge of the bra is digging into me and it hurts!" I think Mom must have been in a lot of pain to dare to say that. "Alright then, I'll help you," Boss Yan said lecherously. He slipped his hand under the hem of Mom's shirt, and I could see his hand moving upwards, tightly pinching Mom's nipples. It did look like he was adjusting Mom's bra, but judging from the pleased expression on his face, he didn't mind spending a lot of time on this task, especially as his hand kneaded Mom's breasts. "Ah... this, this... please stop!" Mom's moan turned into a shout. Boss Yan grinned, slowly removing his hand from Mom's nipples and then pulling it out of her shirt. Clearly, Boss Yan hadn't offered any "help" at all. After a while, Mom swayed, her face flushed, and said with difficulty, "That's enough, please show some respect." "Alright, you've caused enough trouble already, don't fucking cause any more," Boss Yan said. At this moment, I leaned forward again to get a closer look. It turned out that Boss Yan's hand was moving inside Mom's skirt, and it looked like he was using his left hand to manipulate Mom's labia. Mom didn't complain anymore; she could only helplessly pretend that nothing had happened, looking out the window while squirming in her seat, making suppressed and disjointed breathing sounds. I think this shouldn't be a legally permitted search. As Boss Yan just said, all the search work for the suspect should have been completed by Julie earlier; this was just Boss Yan's "extra bonus." Boss Yan's hands were clearly guiding my mother step by step towards a physical "climax" amidst her predicament. Watching her cheeks grow increasingly red, her eyes becoming hazy, and her soft moans, my penis hardened once more. Boss Yan grinned as he fondled my mother's genitals, while she spread her legs to cooperate with his "search." Finally, I mustered the courage to shout at Boss Yan, "Take your dirty hands off me!" However, my mother glared at me with a strange, resentful look. Just then, a police car pulled into the police station. We were taken to the waiting area at the back of the station and told we could "comfortably" sit on the plastic chairs while we waited to give our statements. Opposite these "luxury seats" was a desk in the waiting area, where a hook-nosed officer sat guarding a cabinet filled with various forms. Clocks, radios, and a bunch of cameras were pointed at us on the wall. To the left of the desk was a corridor with doors that could be pushed open from both sides. At the end of the corridor was a small room with a metal door, and an electrical wire was strung across the only glass window. While we waited, the "respectable" Boss Yan and his partners Chen Lei, Julie, and Zheng Dong were busy filling out various arrest forms for us. Boss Yan casually ordered, "Okay, Julie, take the female suspect to room 103 for a search." Julie grabbed my mother's arm and pulled her up. "Let's go." She led my mother across the hall and into the second door on the right. As soon as they entered, Boss Yan said to the hook-nosed office worker, "Guo Qiang, switch the surveillance channel to room 103." Actually, from where we were sitting, we could have seen the surveillance without any obstruction."However, my mother gave me a strange, rather resentful glare, and just then, the police car pulled into the police station. We were taken to the waiting area at the back of the station and told that we could 'comfortably' sit on the plastic chairs while we waited to be questioned. Opposite these 'luxury seats' was a desk in the waiting area, where a hook-nosed officer sat guarding a cabinet full of various forms behind him. Clocks, radios, and a bunch of cameras were pointed at us on the wall. To the left of the desk was a corridor with doors that could be pushed open on both sides. At the end of the corridor was a small room with a metal door, and the only glass window had wires running through it. While we waited, the 'respectable' Boss Yan and his partners Chen Lei, Julie, and Zheng Dong were busy filling out various arrest forms for us." Boss Yan casually ordered, "Okay, Julie, take the female suspect to room 103 for a search." Julie grabbed my mother's arm and pulled her up. "Let's go." She led my mother through the entire hall and into the second door on the right. As soon as they entered, Boss Yan said to the hook-nosed office worker, "Guo Qiang, switch the surveillance channel to room 103." Actually, from where we were sitting, we could have seen the surveillance without any obstruction."However, my mother gave me a strange, rather resentful glare, and just then, the police car pulled into the police station. We were taken to the waiting area at the back of the station and told that we could 'comfortably' sit on the plastic chairs while we waited to be questioned. Opposite these 'luxury seats' was a desk in the waiting area, where a hook-nosed officer sat guarding a cabinet full of various forms behind him. Clocks, radios, and a bunch of cameras were pointed at us on the wall. To the left of the desk was a corridor with doors that could be pushed open on both sides. At the end of the corridor was a small room with a metal door, and the only glass window had wires running through it. While we waited, the 'respectable' Boss Yan and his partners Chen Lei, Julie, and Zheng Dong were busy filling out various arrest forms for us." Boss Yan casually ordered, "Okay, Julie, take the female suspect to room 103 for a search." Julie grabbed my mother's arm and pulled her up. "Let's go." She led my mother through the entire hall and into the second door on the right. As soon as they entered, Boss Yan said to the hook-nosed office worker, "Guo Qiang, switch the surveillance channel to room 103." Actually, from where we were sitting, we could have seen the surveillance without any obstruction.

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