Policewomen Ep. 06: Cindy and Son

"Sounds scary," he joked.

"Oh it would be. I have quite a sexual appetite. I don't have orgasms from it, but I still want it. Weird how that works."

"Yeah."

"I'd be worried that you wouldn't be able to get married or be a father. Part of me thinks if we had sex and became lovers, that you'd miss out on normal stuff," Cindy said.

"I'd be more scared that I WOULDN'T want that. What if you wanted to remarry?"

"I'd be afraid that once we cross that line I wouldn't want those normal things either," Cindy admitted.

"I don't know of any mom and son couples. I don't know how it works," Collin said.

"Then I guess we'd simply have to be together forever," Cindy smiled. She rolled on her back, "Kiss me."

"Huh?"

"I kissed you the other night. I'd like you to try kissing me. On the lips. See how it feels from your end," Cindy closed her eyes. "Come on. Don't be shy. It's just me."

"Heh, yeah," Collin gave her a quick peck on the lips.

"Collin! You can do better than that. Pretend I'm a woman you love and you have taken your lady to bed," his mother said.

Collin shrugged.

"I'm your lady," his mother said. "You've taken me to bed. Please kiss me."

Collin took a deep breath, looking to her lips, her closed eyes, then down to her chest, watching it go up and down with each breath. He gulped, closed his eyes and moved toward her lips.

Cindy felt her spine tingle again. His lips pressed softly against hers. She touched his face and increased the pressure. She pulled him in, their lips pressed firmly against one another's now. They were forgetting to breathe out of their noses.

"See?" Cindy broke the kiss, holding Collin against her face, his mouth breathing into hers. "See, we can kiss like this, right?"

"Mmhmm," Collin agreed, kissing her again, drawing in air through his nose this time.

The kisses came one right after another. Before Cindy knew it, tongues were involved; lapping against one another and licking lips.

Collin placed a hand on her tummy, continuing to kiss her. His hand slid under her tank top, resting on her abs. Cindy moaned, grabbing his head with both hands, thoroughly making out with him.

Collin rubbed her tummy. Cindy quickly pulled her shirt up then pushed his hand. "You can do it, if you want," she whispered.

Collin resumed kissing her, sliding his hand further north. His fingers touched part of her breast; his mother moaned into his mouth.

"Do it," she urged him.

Collin's hand covered a breast, squeezing softly, feeling the erect nipple against his palm. "Yes," Cindy broke the kiss, gasping for air.

Collin kissed at her neck next. Cindy turned her head to the side, her body tingling all over, as Collin massaged a breast. She wondered if Bea was right all along. Collin is who was needed to make her cum.

She stopped him, rolling on top of him, flinging her shirt off and lowered her tits to his face. Collin's hands roamed over her back, while he licked, kissed, and sucked her breasts.

"Oh, Collin, yes," she whispered. Cindy felt something, something other than an erection against her panties. She felt like she could lose herself with him. She felt like she could give her body to Collin every day.

She slid down his body, her breasts coming out of his mouth, and kissed him harder than before. Cindy felt like he could easily make her cum. She thought about why and how when her cell phone ringing shook her back to reality.

It rang several times before Cindy broke the kiss, annoyingly grabbing her phone. It was a cousin from Charleston, the one that invited her to the reunion.

"Hi, yes. Looking forward to it," Cindy sat on the edge of Collin's bed on her phone. "Huh uh. Sounds great. We'll leave around 3am. Yeah I'm up early everyday anyway, so it's fine."

Cindy stood, picking up her tank top, flinging it over her shoulder, "Alright, wonderful. See you and everyone else then."

She ended the call, standing in Collin's doorway. "Sorry about all that before the phone call. Got carried away. We're leaving really early tomorrow; I better get some sleep."

Collin nodded, watching his topless mother leave his room. He lay down, his heart racing, trying to make sense of what just happened.

Arriving to her room, Cindy kicked off her panties and climbed into bed. "Bea is right. Collin is the answer."

-8-

Collin slept almost half the way there the following morning. As Cindy drove from their Tampa home, thinking about the events from the previous night, she'd glance at him and smile.

Past Jacksonville, they stopped for breakfast. They were quiet as they ate. Cindy could tell Collin felt awkward. She didn't and acted as though nothing happened.

"So, tell me, how experienced are you?" Cindy asked, ten minutes into the drive after breakfast.

"Not very."

"What does that mean? Collin, are you a virgin? Have you played around?" his mother asked.

"I'm not a virgin," Collin replied, not really wanting to go into it.

"I really enjoyed last night," Cindy said, changing the subject to the two of them. "I thought it was really sweet and loving. I think we were headed to crossing a line. Had I not got that phone call, we might have."

"Yeah."

"You don't have to feel shy around me. You can relax."

"Alright," Collin kept looking out the passenger side window.

"I don't care if you aren't experienced. That is, if we took it that far. If we had sex."

Collin remained quiet.

"Did you enjoy last night? Our little session?"

Collin nodded.

"Do you think you'd want to do it again?"

He nodded once more.

Cindy smiled, driving along. "Well, if you want we can see how far it goes. Chances are though, I'll be having a lot of sex on this trip."

"Huh?" Collin looked over to his mother.

"Bea and Bella. Unless of course you wanted to play with me instead."

"Oh, right," Collin returned watching the trees zoom by on the interstate. "Maybe."

"Let me know. No pressure."

*******

Two bikini-clad women, one a short, dyed-red hair, and the other a taller blonde, greeted Cindy and Collin.

They led them inside after many hugs and kisses. They unpacked, each had their own rooms in Bea's new home then they sat and chatted a bit.

Bella emerged dressed and pulled Collin off the couch. "We're going to the store. We need stuff for dinner tonight."

"Alright," Collin smiled, following Bella.

The second the door closed, Bea lunged at Cindy straddling her, kissing her, ripping off her own bikini top. They said nothing, Cindy standing, taking the smaller woman to bed. She slammed her down, tore off her clothes, aligned her pussy up with Bea's and went at it as hard as she could. Bea was cumming in seconds.

Cindy sat on the bed, Bea straddling her, and sucked on Bea's tits. "I missed you too," Cindy said, popping a nipple out of her mouth.

Bella and Collin arrived an hour later from the store. Bella sent a text to let them know they were there, Bea's phone buzzing on the bedside table, signaling them to keep it down some.

Bella and Collin changed into bathing suits after putting the groceries away. They played volleyball in the pool, Bella occasionally hearing a muffled cry of pleasure coming from her sister.

Bea emerged an hour later in her bikini. She jumped into the pool, swimming to her sister. "You're turn," she grinned. Collin watched Bella get out of the pool, removing her top before she walked into the house.

"Wanna go to the beach?" Bea asked.

"Sure," Collin answered.

Bella's muffled cries were heard next as Bea and Collin walked out of the fence, making their way to the beach.

"We love your mother, we really do," Bea said, riding around on Collin's back in the water. "We've been trying to help her."

"I know. She told me about her problem."

"Bella and I are going to talk more about it with her tonight. There's something we need to tell her that may help."

"Help?"

Bea climbed off his back, swimming to his front, wrapping her legs around him in the water. "Help her see how common and how wonderful incest is."

Collin was confused.

"I think you are what she needs in every way. I think you and her will have a wonderful life together."

Collin slowly nodded.

They played in the ocean a little longer, before heading back to Bea's house.

Bella and Cindy were sweaty and tired. Bella was lying in her arm, kissing Cindy's nearest breast. "Can't wait for the two of us to fuck you tonight."

"Should be fun," Cindy said, wiping her forehead.

"There's something we need to talk to you about," Bella added. "Something I think you'll like."

"Heh, alright."

Bella and Cindy showered, joining Bea and Collin in the kitchen preparing dinner. Cindy hugged her son from behind, kissing his cheek.

They ate dinner together, chatted about Bea and Bella's lovely new home, talked about how friendly the neighborhood is. Bea didn't live far from the family reunion Cindy and Collin were attending the next day.

After walking on the beach, watching the sunset, they headed back to the house. Bea and Bella retired leaving Cindy and Collin on the couch.

Collin fell asleep in her arms. She held him on the couch, savoring his warmth. After an hour or so, Cindy starting to fade, she walked Collin to bed before she herself fell asleep.

After tucking him in, she undressed in his room. She gathered her shirt and shorts, tossing her thong onto Collin's pillow.

Bea and Bella were still awake, naked, waiting for her. "We'll be quiet," Bea said, approaching Cindy, guiding her to their bed, covering her in kisses.

Cindy moaned, arms extended, lying on her back, the two women worshiping her body. They licked and kissed over every muscle. They worked their way up, each taking a breast to their mouths. Cindy felt no urge to climax, but loved the attention from her friends.

"Cindy," Bea spoke up. "I bet you're wondering why I suggested incest."

"A little."

The sisters smiled at one another, their lips touching, which led to mouths opening, and tongues invading. Cindy watched them kiss, fondle, caress one another. Finally, they 69'd, Cindy's pussy dripping wet while watching them.

The sisters locked their legs around each other. They did their best to be quiet, all while forgetting Cindy was there, watching them.

They kissed each other during their orgasms in attempt to muffle their moans of pleasure.

"How long?" Cindy asked.

Bella kissed along Cindy's neck, whispering in her ear, "A few years."

"We've done a good job of keeping it secret from everyone," Bea added.

The three women shared a passionate kiss. "Are you two lovers? A couple?" Cindy asked.

"No," Bea answered. "Bella has her friends, I have mine, but this is how we show love to each other - through sex."

"Makes sense now. Why you suggested Collin and I do this."

"Yes, but you are his mom. I suspected a mother and son would want to be a couple - I don't see how they couldn't be. It'd be far more intimate. Unless of course, you planned it out. He or you would go on to get married, only having sex when you can and won't get caught."

"Or you could move in here," Bella blurted out.

"Ha, yes, there's that too," Bea added.

Cindy unwrapped her arm around Bella, grabbing and squeezing Bea's breast, bringing it to her mouth. "Maybe."

*******

That night, Ronnie dug shallow graves outside of his rundown warehouse. He dug ten graves, the dirt piled next to each one. He had no idea how many mothers he'd be able to abduct. He was assuming at least five.

The next day he would go hunting. Most of it would consist of more watching and following. But he would bring his Tasers, his SUV would be cleaned out, making enough room for their bodies. He was unable to purchase a gun in a timely fashion, so a baseball bat was brought along in case the Tasers malfunctioned or broke.

Ronnie removed his shirt, wiping sweat from his massive, muscular body. He tugged his at his dick again, thinking about fucking these women all night - his psychosis fully setting in.

-9-

It was such a strange event. Cindy didn't know what to make of her family at the reunion. Some of them, cousins, she hadn't seen in years. There was something very odd about them though. Collin picked up on it too.

There were no husbands. There were no men over the age of thirty. Early to mid-20s seemed to be the oldest age range, eighteen being the youngest. The women, all brunettes, all shorter than Cindy, were in their late 30s up to mid-40s. However, they all looked fabulous. No gray hair, barely any noticeable wrinkles. Their bodies were in incredible shape. They didn't compare to the Wonder Woman-like physique of Cindy, but they certainly had fitness model or stripper bodies.

Everyone seemed too happy too. While she hadn't seen many of them in years, they hugged her and Collin, pulling them in with the group like it'd been only days since they last saw their best friend - Cindy. She was confused by it, smiling awkwardly, her and Collin hugging them back, not sure what to think. The males approached Collin, a couple of them had to re-introduce themselves to him; it'd been since he was a toddler since he saw a couple of them.

Things got interesting later on. Cindy, always observant, apparently not enough to see Bea and Bella were lovers, noticed the mothers and sons behaved differently. It was subtle; a hand placement here, a caress there, a hug or peck on the cheek or lips. She noticed one of the mother's sitting next to her son, her hand on his thigh, his arm around her after dinner. "They're like couples," Cindy thought. She glanced at Collin. Their eyes met, he looked away.

The way they talked to her, asking her questions about Collin and her plans, it made Cindy feel as though they were expecting her and Collin to be more than mom and son. One son was holding his mom from behind, while she and Cindy talked. He kissed her head and left to grab a soda.

Cindy saw one of the mothers flirt with Collin. She had to hide a laugh, seeing his unease at an older woman sitting on his lap asking about college plans while playing with his hair. He didn't know where to put his hands on his cousin. So he sat on them.

"Well you look incredible," one of the older sons complimented Cindy later on nearing the end of their conversation. "I've been trying to get Mom in the gym more often. But you; wow. Gorgeous."

His mother joined his side. "Of course she's gorgeous too," the son hugged her, quickly kissing her lips.

Cindy blushed, seeing him glance over her body. It was mildly inappropriate, but given the type of relatives she apparently had, she didn't mind as much.

They invited Cindy to go out with them that evening - women only. Collin suggested she'd have fun. In truth, he felt awkward, so did Cindy. They were surrounded by mothers and sons who were obviously romantically involved. They were the odd couple out. Time apart to process it was what they needed.

Cindy brought a dress just in case. A cousin picked her up, and she left Collin alone with her friends Bea and Bella.

"Soooo?" Bea said, sitting next to Collin on the couch. "How are things with your mom?"

"Uh, fine."

"We saw the way you looked at her, or barely looked at her, when she left. I'm guessing all the mommies at the reunion have very special relationships with their sons."

"How did you know that they - I mean, maybe, that's the way it seemed."

"Everyone here does it," Bella said. "Including us."

"Huh?"

The sisters traded looks, stood, and undressed. Collin's mouth hung open as they started kissing passionately.

*******

Ronnie watched the group of women, one of them he never saw before, sit and drink in the loud night club. He had it all planned out. He'd take them one-by-one, two at a time if possible, pilling them up in his SUV, parked near the rear entrance. He watched the tallest one, Cindy, thinking that he might have trouble with her.

He waited and waited, his luck finally paying off. He nabbed two of them at once. They got too close to him. Ronnie wrapped his huge arms around them, pulling them out of the back door, his hands over their mouths. He punched them, then throwing them in the back of his SUV.

Ronnie watched four that remained, grow curious, calling their missing cousins on the phone. One of them went outside, Ronnie followed. He took her from behind, his hand over her mouth, knocked her out and tossed her in the back.

He waited and used his Taser on the fourth and fifth woman when they came outside together. Ronnie snuck back in via the back door and found the sixth and final woman, sitting alone, wondering if her cousin was ok. They told her they'd be right back.

"Care to dance?" Ronnie smiled, extending his hand to Cindy.

"No thanks," she answered.

"You sure?"

"I'm sure."

Ronnie tugged at his dick through his shorts. "Aww, come on."

"There's nothing you have that will do me any good," Cindy glanced to his crotch, grabbed her purse and left.

Ronnie sneered and followed.

-10-

Cindy fell to her knees, in an alley outside the club, feeling her body overtaken by electricity. She shook, her eyes rolled into the back of her head, she drooled. The only thought on her mind was Collin.

Ronnie was confused. She didn't convulse and flail about like the others. He made the mistake of letting go of the trigger to inspect her. Cindy sprung up, her hand to Ronnie's throat, squeezing it as hard as she could. He gasped for air, staring into the face of a wild animal; an animal he injured. He fired a second Taser, shocking her again.

She released her grip around his throat and fell to her knees once more. She blacked out and convulsed on the ground, unconscious. Ronnie coughed and rubbed his throat, trying to get air back into his lungs.

"Ah shit," he caught his breath.

He checked his surroundings, bent down, and scooped Cindy up.

"Damn, you're heavy," he placed her in the pile of women in the back of his SUV.

Cindy woke up an hour later, her ankles and wrists bound and tied. She was in a rundown office; the only light source was moonlight shining down from a hole in the roof on the other side of the office window.

Cindy counted six large dog crates. Four of them had women, her cousins, crammed into them. Their wrists and ankles tied like Cindy's. There was an empty one that Cindy guessed she couldn't fit in. Another was empty too. Its inhabitant was rushed into the room by Ronnie, naked, beaten, crying. He threw Cindy's cousin into the empty crate, then move toward Cindy.

"Good, you're awake," Ronnie grunted seeing Cindy back away, standing against the wall. Ronnie put her cousin back in her crate and moved toward Cindy, his big nut sack dangling below his rod.

He backhanded Cindy across her face, cutting her lip. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her out of the room.

"You fought back. I'm going to be extra hard on you," Ronnie turned her around, pushing her down on the table.

Cindy said nothing, she didn't scream, she remained expressionless, taking in her surroundings.

She observed a small desk in the corner. She could make out parts of the desk falling off, rotting away. She saw a dark clump next to it - Ronnie's clothes. The moonlight shining down assisted her with seeing rope next to his clothing, and something on the desk. It was small and rectangular. She wondered if it was a tool of some sort for cutting rope. Cindy quickly thought of a plan. She wanted to get over to the desk somehow to get the tool, maybe use it to free the others. Cindy needed to be untied first.

Ronnie bent her over the table, then moved to retrieve the tool. He unfolded it, confirming Cindy's suspicions it was a knife. Ronnie cut the rope around Cindy's ankles, parted her legs, and prepared to rape her.

Cindy quickly, kicked Ronnie in the gut, sending him back. She kicked again, this time in his chest. One final kick to his abdomen sent him to the floor. She turned around, grabbed the knife and ran.