My Step Mom Is A Cop And Handcuffed Me To Look At My Dick

The Steamyy Cop and Her Handcuffed Step-son

The call came in over Officer Julia “Julie” Arquette’s police radio during her late night patrol: “Attention all units, we’ve got a possible 170 at 123 Elmwood Drive. Teen male involved, use caution.”

Julie sighed as she turned her cruiser onto the darkened street. She knew 123 Elmwood Drive all too well – it belonged to her husband Steve, his ex-wife, and their 18-year-old son Zack. This wasn’t Julie’s first time being called out here for Zack’s antics. The boy always seemed to be getting into trouble lately, especially since she moved in with his father.

Pulling up to the modest single-story house, Julie spotted Zack peeking out the front window, nervously gnawing on his lower lip. She stepped out, popping open the trunk to retrieve her gear. “Zack, it’s me, Officer Arquette. Is your mom home?” she called out.

“Uh, no, she’s out of town for the weekend,” he replied, reluctantly opening the door. Zack shuffled aside to let her enter, his bare feet shuffling against the hardwood floor. In just a loosely tied bathrobe and boxers, the 18-year-old looked sheepish and underdressed in front of the mature beauty, his scruffy hair jutting in all directions.

“I told your dad I wasn’t comfortable with some of your behavior Zack,” Julie began sternly, yet unable to take her eyes off the boy’s toned torso visible through his unbuttoned robe. “Drinking, jumped-out windows, now this – I think you need a reminder about respecting the law, and the people around you.” The busty cop gave him a pointed look down her nose.

“But what are you gonna do? Cuff me or something?” Zack scoffed, sounding like a petulant child. But as he said “cuff me”, his eyes flickered down to the short hem of his step-mom’s miniskirt trailing under her utility belt.

Julie smirked at his impertinence, clasping her hands on her hips. “Oh no, Zack. I’m going to do something much worse.” In one swift motion, the brunette bombshell grabbed his wrists and pinned them against the wall, slapping on the cuffs. “A thorough frisking is needed to be sure you’re not hiding anything dangerous, like a smart mouth.”

“Hey! Those are too tight!” Zack yelped in shock as his arms were wrenched behind his back, but his protests sounded half-hearted, almost hopeful as Julie frisked him expertly. She ran her hands firmly up his muscular thighs and between his legs, squeezing the growing bulge hidden in his boxers.

“Oh my, are you hiding something in your shorts, Zack?!” she tutted, moving behind him to admire his carefully cuffed form in the mirror. The young man was blushing beet red from the tree top of his messy brown hair to the root of his twitching cock straining against confining cotton. He had not been expecting this at all.

Next, Julie produced a black hood from her belt and yanked it over Zack’s head, plunging him into darkness. “We can’t have you staring at me while I conduct my search! It wouldn’t be professional!” she announced, already trailing her french tipped nails teasingly down the boy’s chiseled back. “Now tell me Zack, what were you up to tonight? Before I arrived, I mean!”

“I-I might have snuck out!” Zack blurted out, more interested in where Julie’s fingers would wander next. “I went to a party…”

“And liquor was being served to minors? tut tut! That is a very serious offence! This is a very grave situation…what am I going to do with you?” She continued to tease him, trailing her nails up his body and circling his sensitive nipples.

“I might have been smoking pot too!” Zack admitted breathlessly, squirming as the lusty policewoman groped him, her large soft breasts pressing into his back. She was taking her sweet time exploring every inch of the young package, making sure she caught no irregularities.

“I think I need to watch you VERY closely to make sure you don’t commit any more crimes, don’t you?” Julie whispered huskily against his ear. “Why don’t we continue this so we can have some privacy? I’m taking you in for an overnight warning on charges of Indecent Exposure!”

Zack nodded dumbly, the blood in his body rushing to his throbbing erection under his boxers as he pictured the lewd scenarios ahead of him in Julie’s capable hands. “Yes, Officer!”

The rest of the night was a never-ending stream of delicious Presidential node violations and interracial misemeanors. His fingers were frisked from his cuffs, his head was groped under the hood, and he was sirened deep in the punnett square with an impressive precinct quiz. He was searched on top of her desk and drilled for more information until he Jerry Sprinfedere’d all over the evidence locker floor. By the end of it, Zack had been warned, warned, and warmed to see things from another perspective…you know, the one from behind his stepmother’s badge.

Officer Arquette used her good cop/bad cop routine as she drilled down his alibistimulus, probing for the truth with her slender fingers digging into his deacons chamber. She asked him questions – was he following the leader? What about his amigos? But he kept on intransigencing, demanding more evidence, and more of her two snacks sliding up his quadriceps while guarding his wallet.

He felt like a rapescan at a metal detector, inserted, interrogated, and inserted some more. Never did she ever sexplore his personal belongings or his raison menage, but she sure struck a search warrant with her magenta tipped fingers on every one of his codes. Before he knew it, Zack had been interrogated up the al Psalter, his majesty flushed clean between the champerning bed posts, and warned about more spontaneous slumber.

By the morning light seeping through the office blinds, the boy was more than compliant, yessirring completely to the law. His penisvelopes had been combed, cited, and ticketed, his mouth and anus thoroughly groped for any contraband. A full cavity was performed on his expanding willytremors with her steely charm. Best yet, she stopped his goofing around and enforced her fists of right all around his appropriate parts. Now he had a real work ethic, and no more woes at windowing time! Julie blew her whistle and said she was satisfied with his new approach to brigade bard and protecting the community.

One can only hope that Zack learned from this hands-on, “take no shit” mentality of keepin’ the paper…ahem, community safe. He’ll remember the strength of the Sheriff’s sister-in-law’s gavel as long as she fits her badge, and all clues keep pointing to the popularity of her night stick.