It's mom...and the cops!

"Who is it?" Jackson called out.

"It's mom," said their mother. "Are you still helping Jessica practice??

"We're taking a break, Mom," Jackson said. "You don't have a problem with it, right?"

"Oh no!" she said. "It's fucking great! It's just, the High School called, saying that Jess was absent, and I explained what you were doing and that she wouldn't be in and, well, the secretary had a hard time understanding how important it was for Jessica to practice."

"Oh hell!" thought Jackson.

"Anyway, um, I told the secretary that she was crazy, but she hung up on me and, well, a police car just pulled up outside." their mom said.

The doorbell rang. Panic welled up in Jackson and was reflected in his sisters spattered face. Jackson closed his eyes and breathed deeply, trying to get a hold of his thoughts. This wasn't a problem. Jessica was 18. And if whatever the alien dude had done to his head didn't just work on his family, he could make the cops do whatever he wanted.

"Go see what they want, Mom," Jackson said. "And don't worry. I'll be there as soon as I can get dressed."

"OK!" his mom said, sounding relieved.

Jackson grabbed his pants, then looked at his gooey-faced sister, who was staring up at him questioningly.

"Wipe yourself off, then get dressed" he said, shucking off her pillowcase and tossing it at her. "Everything is going to fine."

"Of course it is, Jackson!" she said confidently, then giggled. "You've got everything under control!"

"Yes I do," Jackson thought to himself. "Yes I do!"

When Jackson got to the living room, he found his Mom was talking to two uniformed police officers. One was a big, broad-chested the man, but Jackson's gaze immediately locked on his partner, dark-skinned black woman with a round face, stern eyes and a hypercurvy figure that could not be hidden by her police uniform.

"OH baby, baby!" Jackson thought. "Please let this work on you too! You so need to get hot for me!"

The disapproving look in the officer's eyes melted as she suddenly looked at him with new-found heat. She licked her full lips with a dainty pink tongue.

"You're thinking about how much you'd like to blow me, aren't you baby?" Jackson thought and he could see the idea flickering behind her eyes.

"Jackson, this is officer Murphy and officer Roy." his mother said. "They seem to be worried about your sister."

"I think I'm going to call you officer Juicy!" Jackson thought.

"You can call me Office Juicy," the curvy cop told him, her voice low and breathy.

Her partner looked at her, startled.

"What! It's a good name!" thought Jackson defensively.

"That's a good name for you, Tanya!" said the male cop. "Can I call you that too?"

"Sure. Whatever," said the newly christened Officer Juicy, with eyes only for Jackson.

"Well, I'm really glad you two stopped by, Officers," Jackson said with a meaningful glance at Officer Juicy, "But there must have been some miscommunication. There's nothing improper going on here. Everything going on here is perfectly normal, perfectly legal. Nothing to be upset about at all."

He did his best to think and believe it as he said it. The officers chuckled amiably and Officer Murphy visibly relaxed. Officer Juicy had nearly forgotten why they had been sent there in the first place. She had other things on her mind.

"But just to put your minds at rest, why don't I show Officer Juicy around and let her talk to Jessica," Jackson said. "There's no need for Officer Murphy to come. Jessica's a shy little bimbo. She'll be much more comfortable with just me and Juicy. But you know, Officer Murphy, my mom has been working awfully hard this morning, and you are a public servant, so wouldn't it be nice if you gave her a foot rub while you waited?"

"Oh sure!" the officer said. "I'd be delighted to!"

"Oh, I couldn't ask you to do that!" said his mother, blushing.

"Sure you could, Mom! You deserve a treat! And Officer Murphy would be glad to do anything you want him to!" Jackson insisted.

The officer nodded enthusiastically and Jackson's mom giggled and sat on the couch, kicking off her shoes.

"Take your time, you two!" Jackson said. "We could be a while. I want to make sure that Officer Juicy is thoroughly satisfied."

"I just know I will be!" said the female officer, stepping up to him. "I'm gonna need at least an hour, Bob. Like he said, gotta be thorough."

"No worries," said her partner as he knelt down before Jackson's mom.

"Sooo, Jackson," the officer said as they left his mom and her partner behind. "You don't mind if I call you Jackson, do you?"

"Of course not, Juicy!" he said, then thought "Any more than you mind me squeezing your ass."

He placed his hand on her round backside and squeezed and she giggled.

"I must say I'm glad that silly secretary at the school came up with that silly story about you sexing up your sister," she said.

"You wouldn't mind if it were true though, would you Juicy?" he asked, thinking "You actually find the idea pretty hot."

"Oh hell no!" Juicy said. "We're all grown ups here, right? No reason to let a little thing like **** keep a stud like yourself from getting funky."

"Of course, diversity is important too, right?" he said, rubbing her firm fanny in a slow, circular motion. "Can't be keeping these sort of things in the family."

"I'm glad you feel that way," Juicy said. "Because the moment I saw you, I said to myself, girl, you have GOT to suck that boy's dick!"

"Oh my!" Jackson said in feigned shock. "I believe I'm about to be the victim of police harassment. But thank god it's from someone who knows how to put the ASS in harassment."

"This is my sister's room," he said when they had arrived. "Jess, are you decent?"

"No, I'm a slut!" she called back cheerfully.

Juicy raise her eyebrows in surprise.

"But are you a slut with clothes on?" he asked.

"Yep! Wanna take 'em off?" she called back as she opened the door. "Oh! Hi! I forgot the cops were here!"

Jessica had followed Jackson's previous instructions and was now wearing a very skimpy top: a tight one made of thin white cotton that displayed plenty of cleavage. She seemed to have decided it wasn't skimpy enough, however, and had cut a sizable chunk from the bottom so that it showed all of her belly and the bottom third of her boobs. She had completed the outfit with a tight pair of pink running shorts that Jackson didn't remember her wearing since junior high. The fit was much nicer, now that she was fully grown, and it was abundantly clear that she wasn't wearing a thing underneath either her top or her shorts.

"Juicy, this is my barely-legal sister Jessica! Isn't she a hot piece of ass?" Jackson asked, thinking how obvious it was that Juicy had bisexual tendencies and that Jessica was just her type.

"Why yes," the officer said, looking at Jessica with new appreciation. "Yes, she is at that!"

"Jessica, this is Officer Juicy!" Jackson continued the introduction. "She's a hot piece of ass herself, so the school thought she would be perfect to come over here and make sure you were being treated well. Wasn't that nice of them?"

"That's super!" exclaimed Jessica the bimbo with a giggle. "Come on in!"

They went in to Jessica's bedroom and Jessica flounced over to sit on her bed and grin at them both without a thought in her head.

"I told you my sister was shy, Juicy," thought Jackson. "And you don't want your scary police uniform scaring her, so you should take it off. It's normal procedure when interviewing hot young women, and besides, you want to show off your body to both of us."

"You both don't mind if I take my uniform off, do you?" Juicy asked.

"Sure!" said Jessica. "If Jackson thinks it's o.k.!"

"I think it's a great idea!" said Jackson sitting down beside his sister. "But you should keep the hat on," he silently amended. He saw his discarded video camera and picked it up, thinking how Juicy wouldn't mind at all if he filmed her.

Soon Officer Juicy's gun and belt were draped across an over-sized teddy bear, her jacket was hanging from Jessica's door knob, her pants were on top of Jessica's used pillowcase in the corner of the room, her industrial-strength bra was hanging from the ceiling fan, and her wide-seated panties were nestled up against Jessica's tiny thong on the floor. Wearing only her police hat, she was a voluptuous chocolate goddess. Jackson thought it would be nice is she turned around slowly, rubbing her hands up and down her body while she wiggled her tits and ass, and so naturally she did so. Jackson enjoyed the sight of her immensely and so Jessica did too, squirming there beside him as a moist patch appeared on the cameltoe outlined by her shorts. Jackson thought it was about time to get on with things and had a good idea of how things should play out. He watched his thoughts unfold in real life.

"Now Jessica," said Officer Juicy in her smoldering, sultry voice. "Since the school secretary alleged your brother was sexing you up, I'm going to need to examine your cunnie."

Jessica giggled. "But Jackson didn't screw me!" she protested. "He just helped me practice my money shot!"

"Of course he did, sweetie, but I really do need to see that little beaver of yours. So I can put it in my report. You trust me, don't you?" she said.

Jessica giggled.

"I trust Jackson!" she declared. "And you're Jackson's friend, so I should trust you too!"

Then she hopped up on top of her bed and squirmed out of her shorts with a little help from Jackson, then flopped back down bare-assed, spreading her legs wide, hooking the right one over Jackson's lap. She leaned back, supporting herself on her elbows and stared down at the delighted Officer Juicy as she knelt down before her naked twat.

"That's a good girl!" the policewoman said. "Nice and cooperative. I've always said, when a person of interest is cooperative, she's much more likely to get off!"

Jessica giggled. Juicy reached over to retrieve a small flashlight from her discarded belt. She turned it on and shined it Jessica's pussy and this caused the girl to giggle all the harder, causing her boobs to tremble fetchingly. The policewoman investigated every fold and facet of the 18 year old c, drawing deft fingers along labia and around clit as she shined the little light at every angle. Jessica's giggles became punctuated with gasps and sighs. At last, Juicy looked up.

"Well, Jessica, you appear to be a virgin," the police woman opined. "But of course, the proof of a pussy is in the licking."

And so saying, Juicy dove face first into Jessica's crotch and began eating her out with determination.

"OMG!" Jessica exclaimed. "OMG! That's...that's...OMG!"

"Just relax and enjoy it, Jess!" Jackson encouraged. "You know you love this."

Jessica really let herself go, dropping back on her back and making animal noises as she squirmed. Jackson panned his camera from her Juicy-engaged pussy to her ecstatic face with his camera, then switched the camera to his left hand, went back down his sister's body with it to record Officer Juicy's thorough work while squeezing Jessica's left tit with his free right hand.

Jackson had just thought that it was about time that Jessica started cuming like all hell breaking loose when she started howling like a coyote and jerking spastically on the bed, crushing officer Juicy?'s head between her creamy white thighs.

As Jessica melted into a panting mess on the bed, Officer Juicy came up for air, wiping quim off on her forearm, and looking woozily at Jackson with a flustered grin.

"Well, she doesn't taste as if she was fucked recently," the police officer conceded. "But there's just one way to be certain.?"