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Police brutality was becoming old hat. Lucy was horrified when she read the police report. It was the Santa Clara Police Department as usual. A Russian woman had filed a complaint against the police department. It started out as a domestic violence case. The wife had called 911 because her husband was beating her up. Two cops were dispatched to their home and the husband was immediately cuffed, and tossed into the back seat of a cruiser. When the police wanted to speak to the wife, she refused to open the door. They reasoned with her, and told her she'd have to sign the complaint. She refused. Finally she agreed to open the door, just a bit, with the chain on. They immediately broke the door down, rushed into the room, and struggled with the wife.

This is not a Keystone Cop comedy!

The Russian housewife refused to talk to them, and told the officers she changed her mind. She didn't want to file a complaint. One officer grappled with her and he attempted to cuff her. He pinned her hands behind her back, her boobs almost totally exposed. She fell, and in the process, her wrists were broken. Naturally she filed suit against the SCPD, and Lucy had to defend the police department. Excessive force! What is it with those cops? She spent most of her time on cop cases.

Olga's attorney wanted $10 million to compensate her for pain and suffering. Luckily Lucy knew opposing counsel, a notorious dyke. Typically these cases never went to trial and Lucy needed to work out a deal with Olga's lawyer. Legal discussions were usually held in the ladies room, where Lucy consented to letting the dyke lick her pussy in return for a few bucks for Olga.

*quot;It wasn't like you broke your leg, Olga! It wasn't a big deal!*quot; her attorney told her.

Now that Lucy was running for the District Attorney (DA) of Santa Clara County, she of course had her hands full. Joey was becoming a cry baby, always demanding more and more from Lucy. She had created a monster! As it was, Joey had a 10-inch cock and he was making it worse by wanking so much he was getting warts on his palms. He thought of Lucy constantly, and her soft hands. He wasn't happy when she was out on the campaign trail.

Joey decided he'd start working out at the gym, because he wanted to join either the Navy or the Marines. Something to do with the sea, because living in the Bay Area, he loved deep sea fishing and he could swim, and someday he'd learn to surf board. He was putting on muscle weight and had to take 100 grams of protein a day. Obviously he made protein drinks, and found to his delight it increased his testosterone level.

His working out took his mind off masturbation, for a while, but when Lucy was around he couldn't help himself. He'd be in his room reading the Marine Corp manual but his mind pictured Lucy as a Woman Marine giving him a blowjob.

From her college days, when Lucy was in law school, she met Rhoda. Rhoda now was close to forty and was in love with herself. She hadn't been fucked in years because her husband was a commercial pilot, and had made a good income spraying crops in the Central Valley of California. He owned his own plane, a Grumman AG-Cat, specifically for crop dusting. He got a good deal on the bi-wing but unfortunately he got caught in a violent rain storm and flew into an electrical pole. He had radioed the tower and reported he couldn't see in front of him, and he crashed.

Rhoda cherished the memories of her husband's love making, and she was long overdue for a good fuck. But at her age, where could she find a man? She jumped out of bed, and marched over to the dresser mirror. She gave her naked body a good inspection because she had to know it was still good enough to attract men. What Rhoda saw in the mirror was a leggy, curvy brunette with thick shoulder length auburn hair, and an hour glass figure. Her ass was a bit large, actually plump. Her pubic hair extended up to the pucker of her asshole. Looking at it with a hand mirror, she thought it looked very erotic.

Rhoda studied her toned thighs, plump round ass, and small waist. She examined her curvy wide hips, and the wide patch of bushy auburn pubic hair that grew from her navel to her pussy. It was an indication of her sex drive, actually her sex overdrive. Her pussy throbbed and she was always wet. She knew her best feature was her large thrusting breasts, the size and shape of big cantaloupes, capped with stiff rose-brown nipples.

Her face, with big brown eyes, upturned nose and a wide sensuous mouth, could have belonged to a woman of thirty. As a lawyer, she knew a lot of celebrities, being in the Bay Area, and got most of her work writing contracts for TV personalities.

Most campaigning these days is person to person, or over the Internet. Luckily for Lucy, she knew she was hot and she could win by uploading photos of herself on Instagram wearing a string bikini. Lucy wasn't running for president so there was no need for huge rallies. Anyone over 18 could vote for her!

We introduce beyliikdüzü escort Rhoda at this point because Rhoda contributes to Lucy's campaign, mostly as a procuress. She also brings Cindy into our story, a cute little intern. Cindy's tendency to worship celebrity females will make our story more interesting and will allow us, mostly as spectators, to later witness lubricious good fun. She appears later.

Rhoda knew lots of famous people, especially Roy Black, the attorney who defended Jeffrey Epstein. Black, now mostly retired, referred Rhoda to celebrities, especially women, who were glad to contribute time to Lucy's campaign, so it appeared Lucy was a cinch to win. She was running against a senile establishment Democrat who, she swore, wore diapers.

***

It was a tough day at the office. Fridays are usually short days at court; between her campaign and working on the cop case, she really needed to relax. Lucy planned to take a shower, but this wasn't any shower, it was going to be the mother of all showers. She had a bath satchel, consisting of a face cloth, Loofah sponges, body lotion, fragrant soaps, a soft, horse hair brush about the right size for her rectum; and for a rousing finish, a 12-inch dildo. When the water temperature was just right, she figured she'd begin with a nipple message. Her breasts were almost a D, her nipples were thick, not too long but grew when she was excited. Her favorite stretching exercise was not bending over - she stretched her nipples! Using her thumb and forefinger she rolled and stretched, rolled and stretched. Her blond pussy showed it's appreciation by responding to each stretch, juicing as she began more dedicated to the effort of stretching and pulling. Lucy knew her body very well, and she knew she could climax if she kept up this labor of love. When she began her stretching her areolae were more than two inches wide, but as she became more aroused they tightened a bit, and actually got smaller. Arousal sometimes does have that effect.

Lucy was proud of her body. She thrust her tits upwards, cupping a heavy mound in each palm. There weren't many thirty-nine-year-old women with bodies as good as hers, and Lucy knew it. The tips of her fingers toyed with her nipples as a loopy smile curled up the corners of her pretty mouth.

Only her husband ignored the fullness of her lush thighs, the rounded perfection of her firm ass, the smoothness of her long legs. Even her moist cunt failed to excite him, and it was driving Lucy mad. But Ben lived in a world of his own.

Bending forward, her nipples like ripe grapes, Lucy increased the hot water until steam rose over the brightly colored shower curtain. There were few things that she enjoyed as much as the feel of hot water doing a syncopated tattoo on her clit.

Forcing the thought of Ben's indifference from her mind, Lucy stepped back a few paces and allowed her back to rest against the slippery tiled wall. Closing her eyes, she slowly opened her legs, letting the hot spray pulse against her cunt.

Lucy brought her fingers to her flat stomach, mouthing words of endearment to an imaginary lover. She massaged her tight abs and the tip of her index finger explored the tip of her joy button.

Lucy's moaning echoed off the tiled walls of the shower. Her moans got louder as she became hotter, but she didn't want to disturb Joey. The muscles in her neck began to relax as she tickled the sensitive lips of her pussy. Lucy's manicured fingernails raked over her entire midsection as she caressed the wet responsive flesh.

Shuddering and twitching with need, Lucy's hips shot forward, as she plunged two fingers deep into her box. The velvet-lined chamber juiced, as she locked her thighs around her hand and began humping and fingering herself.

In the back of her mind, Lucy was aware that she was slipping downward, but she was equally aware that she didn't care. Her hand was working furiously as her plump ass settled on the floor of the tub. Lucy lifted her legs into the air and spread them apart, letting the water beat down on her female parts like a rainstorm.

Lucy lifted her cheeks off the white enamel as she responded to each thrust of her hand. A wildly thrashing foot kicked the shower curtain from the inside of the tub, sending water spilling out onto the floor.

But Lucy was lost in the tingle rolling through her body, from her breasts to her groin, and paid no mind to the mess she was making. Grinding her palm down against her throbbing cunt, her free hand went back to her tits. While one hand pumped in and out of her cunt, the fingers of the other twisted and tortured her erect nipples. She groped anywhere that made her feel good, and even shoved two fingers up her asshole. Her body was a mass of nerve endings, a string of synapses firing off into mini orgasms.

The wet strands of Lucy's short, blond hair stuck to her skin as her head slowly rocked from side to side. Her shoulder blades bodrum escort were crushed against the back of the tub, but she was hardly aware of the half-sitting position she was in.

Lucy tried hard to picture the face of her imaginary lover, but she couldn't. Her breath came in short gasps as the flames of desire burned below her navel at the alter of Venus. A wild kick of her foot sent a lotion bottle smashing to the floor.

Joey was just at the end of the hall when he heard the noise from inside the bathroom. It was more than the shower, he heard moans, and his mother praying. She was actually yelling *quot;Jesus fuck!*quot; but he heard wanted he wanted to hear.

Hurrying down the hail, Joey found the bathroom door ajar, and he pushed it open. For an instant, Joey stood frozen, staring at his mother thrashing wildly in the tub. Then he stepped back into the shadows of the hallway.

Joey was almost twenty, and didn't need to be told what was happening. The shower curtain blocked everything but Lucy's face, and that was enough. The sight of her body, twisting in the shower, made his massive cock stiffen.

Joey had been peeking, both overtly and discretely at his mother's voluptuous body for as long as he could remember. Usually it was nothing to him, but suddenly it was everything, a lovely women, alive with sexual energy. Joey had been with trashy girls and had looked at plenty of dirty pictures, but they just couldn't compare with the sight of his own mother's curves. Most girls were skinny, and just wanted to suck his cock.

Lucy wasn't paying any attention to the door, whether it was half open or closed. Her attention was between her legs, as it should be. The full force of her third orgasm struck. Joey knew that he shouldn't remain standing there, knew that he was running the risk of being discovered. But he also knew that nothing could make him tear his eyes away from her. He could hear her deep groans, and that made his cock swell even more.

Unaware of her secret admirer, Lucy allowed herself to enjoy each orgasmic ripple moving through her loins, over and over, as she increased the intensity of her masturbation. Every ounce of tension seemed to drain from her body as a warm, contented feeling took its place. Shielding her face from the shower spray, Lucy struggled to the foot of the tub and shut off the water, then leaned back to enjoy the mild aftershocks of her orgasms.

After several long minutes, Joey watched his mother yank back the shower curtain and climb to her feet. Joey's gaze was drawn to love niche between his mother's leg as he watched her step from the tub. Her pussy lips were still swollen and glowing from the vigorous pounding she had just given herself with the rubber dildo.

***

Lucy had enjoyed her masturbation, but her own hand was no replacement for the real thing. The strange thing about her relationship with her husband was that she really loved him, and recoiled at the thought of his having an affair with some other woman. But he was a good looking guy, and women were attracted to him.

Lucy was almost sure that Ben was fooling around with other women. If you've been with another women, your wife will know immediately. As soon as you walk into the room, she'll say, *quot;Who was it this time?*quot; You can use cologne, to cover her perfume. It won't work. And the worst thing you can do is bring her flowers! That's a dead giveaway!

Ben was spending less and less time at home. Not being able to travel overseas made him want to start up a new business. The small advertising agency that he started had been surprisingly successful and was growing. If you watch much TV, you can't but notice how bad TV commercials are.

Typically ad agencies pitch a new account. The new account will encourage each agency to do a presentation, and of course, given budget constraints, the agency that wins the account will plan a campaign. This requires an account executive, an art director, and a copy writer, at the very least. Ben, as the account exec was servicing three new accounts. The accounts were small, but still, Ben hoped they would thrive. That growth demanded all of his time, and Lucy resented the agency occupying all of his attention.

Joey watched his mother reach for the towel hanging on the back of the bathroom door and wrap it around her upper body. He was hoping that she wouldn't notice the half-open door and was glad that she was ignoring it.

Lucy moved smoothly, her skin shining in the warm fluorescent light. Grabbing another smaller towel from the back of the door, she wrapped it around her wet hair like a turban. As she patted the moisture from her huge tits, she wondered whether or not Joey was up and around. It was Friday, and he usually went out on Fridays.

With Lucy facing the medicine cabinet, Joey had a perfect view of her ass. His gaze crept into the dark crack between her firm cheeks. Lucy slipped the towel off her shoulders and began carefully drying bolu escort her groin. A tiny thrill shot through her as the rough towel worked over her clit. Spreading her legs, she reached further back and began softly wiping the channel that ran from her clit to her ass pucker.

Joey stifled the noise building in his throat, but it was becoming more and more difficult to remain silent. As he watched his mother drying her legs, he felt himself giving in to the throbbing in his loins. He was startled as his silver Western belt buckle rattled.

Lucy felt strange for a moment, but she really couldn't explain why. The feeling passed quickly and she quickly put it out of her mind. The day was almost gone, and she was already bored.

Lucy turned to hang up the towel when she caught something out of the corner of her eye. She thought she had seen Joey standing in the shadows of the hallway, but couldn't believe it. She felt silly calling out his name and tried to forget about it.

But Lucy couldn't forget about it. Looking into the mirror on the medicine cabinet, she moved so that she could see down the hallway. Lucy was shocked when her suspicions were confirmed. Joey was standing in the hallway, gawking at her naked body.

Lucy didn't know what to do. She didn't know how long he'd been standing there, and it was really her fault for leaving the door halfway open in the first place.

She finally decided that he was just on the way out, and would leave. Ignoring him would avoid a pointless scene. After all, he wasn't really doing anything wrong. She had the kind of body that men couldn't help looking at. Joey was a big boy, and she was sure hers wasn't the first naked body he had looked at.

Lucy was careful not to let on that she knew he was watching. She didn't want to embarrass him. She found the attention he was paying her very flattering, but she was surprised that he was still standing there.

Standing stark naked before her son was nothing new. Their relationship depended on his beating off to her, so she was enjoying it.

Lucy wanted to rub some oil into her legs, and she purposely turned to give Joey a good view. Lifting her right foot, she placed it on the edge of the tub. Joey sensed a change in his mother's mood, and he was no longer concerned about being found out. Watching her rub scented oil up from her right ankle to her calf, then over her knee and thigh started Billy's hand working on his cock again.

Lucy didn't like teasing men with her body because she felt guilty afterwards. But posing for Joey was different. It wasn't as though she were cheating on Ben. After all, Joey was just as much his son as hers. Moreover, Joes had a monstrous weapon when fully hard. However, she liked it better half hard, kind of like soft rubber. It was more flexible and a lot more fun to play with.

Before she realized what was happening, Lucy sensed the tremors of another orgasm building up in the pit of her stomach. Reversing her legs, she carefully applied oil to her left leg and thigh. But the second time, she didn't stop at her thigh.

Joey began to pant out loud when he saw his mother's oil-coated fingers working on her pussy and clit. He could hear the moist sounds of her finger-fucking from his vantage point in the hall. He could almost smell the heat between her legs as she worked her fingers in and out of her twat. Why was she so horny?

Lucy enjoyed the little show that she was putting on for her son. She spread her legs as wide as she could, making sure that he had a good view of her gaping vulva.

The oil glistened on Lucy's fingers when she removed them from her pussy and reached around to the crack of her ass. Shifting her ass towards Joey, Lucy used one hand to spread her cheeks while the other toyed with the tight ring of her asshole. Watching his mother's finger exploring her rose bud was more than he could take. He felt the familiar rumble in his testicles, and there was no way to stop it.

Lucy could hear Billy's labored breathing, and she knew how close her son was to coming. Joey jerked off almost every night, but he never had an orgasm like the one brought on by the sight of his mother's body. His creamy stuff shot from the tip of his prick in thick spurts, making the floor slippery.

The sight of his mother so totally caught up her orgasmic heaving brought on Joey's second climax. His hand was pumping faster and faster, keeping pace with the wild undulations of Lucy's hips. Exhausted, his load spent, Joey leaned back against the wall to catch his breath. His eyes never left Lucy's body as she kept soaring to new heights of her climaxing. But as he drifted back to consciousness, fear of being caught returned. He had made a lot of noise, and was sure his mother heard him.

Lucy heard Joey padding off down the hail as her last orgasm faded. She relaxed for a minute, then climbed into her robe and headed for her bedroom. With Ben not due back from his business trip for another three days, Lucy decided that she'd better start work on her campaign. Fast!

Lying down on her bed, she tried to relax, but couldn't. Lucy's body was still shaking from the experience. As she lay quietly, she heard Joey leave the house. She was grateful for the extra time to herself.