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"Look... please, ma'am."

"That's Officer Kaz to you, boy," the otter tartly said, jabbing a finger into the young bear's sternum. "And don't you please me, kid," she went on, bracing her webbed paws on her hips. As she made this sassy, imposing display, she thought impishly, who the fuck am I kidding? I wish I could get this little pansy to please me.

Kaz shook off the lewd thoughts. That was something you had to be good at when you were a police officer with a penchant for dirty fantasies. "Listen up, 'cause this is some serious shit. Bringing pot to school - what kind of kid does that?"

Once again, Kaz had her own private remarks on the matter: all of them, obviously. Isn't that where I tried it first?

Brett shuffled his feet a little, contemplating the sidewalk and Officer Kaz's shoes. "It was stupid, Officer Kaz. I'm sorry." He peeked up at her, blue eyes gleaming in the unclouded sunlight. "Can we please not tell my mom about this? Please? It's bad enough I lost the pot. She'll kick my butt if she knows I got picked up by a police officer."

The spicy, red-haired otter gave the black bear a once-over. He was fifteen, already developing into a handsome young man with a notable booty, and Kaz could see just from his mannerisms that he was a cocksucker. This was a tricky situation, and a difficult decision... but the years and money she'd spent on her job weren't worth ten minutes or ten days with even the prettiest of faggot boys.

"Sorry, kid," she said solemnly. "Either I tell your mom, or I take you to juvenile hall. Pick one."

Brett pursed his jowly lips and sucked air through them. He rolled his eyes skyward, then brought them back to Kaz's. "Let's go to my mom's place, I guess..."

Seeing a squad car park in front of her salon was no cause for alarm for Farrah, the founder, owner and primary employee of Mama Bear's Hair Care. Cops didn't come in to get their hair done up, but they did frequent the coffee shop just next door. Always having some police officers around made her feel safer. Occasionally fucking some young buck with a shiny badge on his breast wasn't too shabby, either.

In the door first was Brett, and Farrah turned to the sound of the chime. "Oh, there's my baby bear," she cooed, propping up the broom. Hair clippings of all shades and textures surrounded the barber chair. "How's my little--?" she started, stopping when she saw the uniformed otter. Kaz was actually smaller than the boy, hence the fact she went unnoticed until stepping around him.

"Farrah Kushner, nee Moore?" Kaz tentatively asked, her paw firm on Brett's bicep.

A look which Kaz was painfully familiar with flashed across Farrah's face: a little cocktail of worry and exasperation. What did he do now?

"Yes, that's me," Farrah stolidly said. "What is it, Officer?"

Formerly on Brett's fine gay ass, Kaz's thoughts were now shifting over to the mama bear. Farrah was stacked in a black t-shirt on which white block letters proclaimed her a PASSABLE MOMMY, and her hips and bottom (now I see where the boy gets it from) popped in Daisy Dukes which weren't quite at the hairnet line, but still appeared very racy on a woman of her figure. Kaz couldn't fuck the boy, but she could sure as hell make a forty-something MILF curl her toes and get away with it.

As though she hadn't been mentally drooling over Farrah, the otter nudged Brett forward and gravely said, "Go on, boy. Tell her."

"Ah, mom," Brett huffed, wringing his paws before his slender belly. "I... I might have--."

"Might have?" Kaz interjected. "If you're going to pussyfoot, kid, I'll just tell her myself."

"All right, fine," Brett grunted, glancing petulantly back at Kaz, then into his mom's unsettled blue eyes. "I got caught with some weed."

Farrah groaned, beginning to rub her temples. "I thought I told you--!"

"I know, I kno-o-ow," the boy whined, creeping closer to his mother. He put his paws on her flanks in a way which piqued Kaz's interest. "I'm sorry, mom... I won't do it again."

Her pretty face set and firm, Farrah nudged Brett aside and pointed at the broom. "Clean up. We're gonna have a word about this pot business when we get home." She stepped close to the otter as her boy swept with the heavy-handed dourness of a chain-ganger. "I'm sorry you had to take time out of your day for this. He's a good kid, really. Takes after his momma." Kaz started to smirk and Farrah urgently added, "Not like this!"

The otter laughed and patted Farrah's shoulder. "S'all right. But, um, oughta let you in something." After leading Farrah off with a paw on her elbow, away from Brett and his obviously eavesdropping ears, Kaz said in hushed words, "Weed on the school premises, that's a big deal. I could get in some serious ca-ca if I just let the boy off and he does it again. You get me?"

"Well, Officer--? What's your name, hon?"

"Kaz. Officer Kaz," she answered, stressing the title with some pride.

"Right, Officer Kaz. I won't let it happen again. Boys experiment, you know how it is," she chuckled, waving it off. "I promise, nothing'll come up like this again."

Kaz sucked her lower lip thoughtfully, rocking on her heels. "Mmmmh, we-e-ell, you make it sound really simple, Mrs. Kushner," she tutted.

Although she picked up on the coy negativity, Farrah still found herself saying automatically, "Please, just Farrah."

"See, I'm not a monster. I sure don't wanna see your good-lookin' son in a jail cell. What mother wants to see their baby like that?" She clicked her tongue, shook her head. Brett glanced over and Kaz shot him her best I got my eye on you, shitstain glare. It worked its magic in less than a second; Brett went back to sweeping the already well-swept floor.

Regarding Farrah's tight, calm face reassured Kaz. The mama bear didn't look like she was about to cry - and that was a real danger. A crying woman was a scene in the making, and it shot any chances of some on-the-job strange right to hell. But if mama bear was calm and rational (and willing to do anything to keep her cub safe), then that meant Kaz had a shot at a little something-something before she had to climb back into the squad car.

"Tell you what, hon," Kaz said, putting on her good-cop smile. She patted the tall bear's shoulder softly. "I'd be willing to, sa-a-ay, forget to file this little incident if you'd be willing to do something for me."

Farrah began to smile dryly. "I have the feeling you don't want a free haircut."

"Nnno, but maybe a nice perm," Kaz chuckled, flicking back her short, red tomboy locks. Lowly and lewdly, "Is your kid cool to get home on his own?"

She'd been doing it the whole time, but Farrah's sudden, sharp blink was so pronounced that Kaz heard the click of her eyelids. "Officer Kaz, um--." On a whim of intuition, she rolled her eyes downward, past her thick bust in the goofy shirt she'd received from her boyfriend's kids. There in the lady otter's pants was the unmistakable jut of a cock and balls. "Hey. Brett! C'mere, boo," she said without looking up from Kaz's groin. It was only when the boy was beside her that she quickly drew her gaze up.

Kaz turned away to hide her smirk. It said ah, yeah - 'bout to get la-a-aid.

"Go home," she said tightly. "Don't stop by at any of your friends' places. No stopping at the Shell station for nachos or a candy bar."

Brett huffed. "Should I call you when I get there?" he testily asked.

Kaz was about to hit him with some swagger (you want a ride in the back of the squad car this time, you little faggot?), but mama bear was just as coldly efficient.

"Yes," Farrah said. "Call me when you get home. Like I said, we're gonna have a talk later. Go on, now."

At Brett's back, the door jingled. Farrah waited about twenty seconds after he was out of view, and then she locked the door, closed the blinds, dropped the keys on the counter. "He's a good kid, really," the bear softly said, grabbing for Kaz's groin with shockingly urgent paws.

Kaz was taken aback but not completely stunned. She ground into the bear's mitts and grabbed her fat tits through the Engrish-lettered shirt. "He sure is. Seemed like a nice enough boy. Most normal kids experiment like that one way or another." She smooched the bear on the lips - having to cant her head back quite a bit to manage it - and opened up her own zipper.

Farrah started to kneel, but Kaz grabbed her under the armpits, hauling her back up with surprising strength. "Nuh-uh. Let's... let's see here," she murmured, turning to the little island counter. Hairbrushes with price tags on them and sample bottles of shampoo covered its surface; Kaz swept them off onto the floor, producing a noisy clatter. Although nothing broke or leaked, Farrah winced.

"This'll hold you up," Kaz sniggered. "So lay back on it."

It took the MILFy bear a minute to get situated just as Kaz wanted her. First she tried to sit back on it - a situation ideal for cunnilingus, and workable for missionary with a tweak or two. But before Kaz was satisfied, she had the bear on her back, head hanging off the edge, brunette hair dangling like a veil.

Farrah watched upside-down as Kaz sprung her cock free of her black cop slacks and the surprisingly prissy red panties under them. Her uncircumcised meat stood half-mast, dribbling precum like drool from the lip of a snoozing monster. She gripped it by the base and batted its tip on mama bear's nose, causing her to huff but not shrink away.

"You-u-u swallow my dick, help me jizz, and I'll forget all about your sissy kid's little bag of oregano. Sound good?"

"Brett's not--, is--, is he really that obvious?" Farrah sighed, staring awkwardly at Kaz's fat, tawny ballbag.

Kaz laughed, stroking her meat to get it harder and harder. Veins began to pock its surface, pulsing with blood. "He's such a homo that I'm surprised he's not on fire. I bet rainbows fly out his ass when he farts."

"All right, all right," Farrah grumbled. "At least he's damn good with hair... let's get this over with."

"Hey, the kid can like whatever he likes. I'll fuck anything, personally," Kaz chirruped, bumping her cockhead to the bear's parted jowls. Her shaft slid in easily but the hood of the foreskin caught harmlessly on the bear's teeth, causing it to slide back. When her bared glans rubbed the MILF's smooth, broad tongue, Kaz shuddered and chuckled. She loved the power she wielded.

Farrah had to gulp and squirm closer to the edge. Her head hung at a more painful angle, but the otter's cock moved inward effortlessly following the adjustment. Thinking naively that the cop was content just to have her mouth, Farrah started suckling, though bobbing was beyond her in such a precarious position. She reached out, shakily at first with her balance so compromised, and eventually clutched the otter's ass.

Huffing and sneering, Kaz asked, "What, you wanna feel up my ass? Not a lot there. Not compared to you, anyhow." She laughed, a surprisingly good-natured sound, and pushed her aching meat deeper. Her cockhead butted against the unwilling entrance to Farrah's throat. When the bear made an uneasy noise, sounding to Kaz like a refusal, the otter patted her chubby tits and tutted, "Better gimme that throat, or your little boy's gonna be so popular at juvie."

Kaz might never know if Farrah legitimately liked deep throat or if she was taking one for Team Kushner, but when the cop ground and bucked and finally forced it into Farrah's tight throathole, she didn't particularly give a shit what the circumstances were. Just like beating a suspect bloody with her truncheon was as viable a tactic as comforting and bargaining with them, she only cared about the results. Her sweaty, musky nuts rubbed against Farrah's thick, black nose pad; drool ran down the sides of the squirming and grunting bear's face. A fat, blunt bulge pulsed in the mama bear's vulnerable throat which Officer Kaz caressed with all the gentle love of stroking a puppy.

"Better su-u-uck that dick - you don't seem to give a shit whether or not your kid gets a criminal record," Kaz prodded, biting her lip then. Farrah tried her damnedest to suck and gulp. Her strong fingers dug into Kaz's ass cheeks, dimpling their athletic flesh. The spicy otter liked a little slap with her tickle, and she perked her slim bottom into Farrah's deathgrip.

The dickbitch otter was just about to fuck Farrah's face, but there was just one more bit of preparation to attend to. She leaned over Farrah - putting awkward, painful pressure on her bent neck - and pinched up her shirt, starting to tug it up in her webbed paws. Two large, purple hemispheres came into view as the shirt cleared her bosoms. It was a simple, if not nearly comically large brassiere doing its duty by keeping mama's tits contained. Officer Kaz, rudder swishing and lips sneering, negotiated her fingers under the cups and peeled them away, letting the garment slacken around Farrah's midriff. Her black boobs spilled free but kept up some remarkable perkiness. The nipples pointed in completely opposite directions, but the mass of the jugs wasn't trying to escape into the MILF's armpits. Kaz was as impressed as she was aroused.

Like holding onto handlebars, Kaz gripped the bear's boobs. They squished around her fingers, bringing to mind koosh balls. With the bear's pert, pink nipples grinding into her palms, Officer Kaz started to pull back. She had to defy the mama bear's hard grasp - which only got tighter as she pulled away - but the added pressure of the squeeze was something she paid back with interest on the MILF's breasts. A hungry, savage growl escaped Kaz and she slurped her lips, all with a grin twisting up the corners of her mouth. Her cockhead cleared the bear's snug throat only for her to buck it back inside.

Farrah grunted when Kaz left her throat and grunted again when she forced herself back inside. Her entire body heaved with the reentry and she kicked at the cash register with her sandal-clad foot, twisting it but not knocking it over. Kaz glanced up at the telltale ding of the kicked object but quickly put her eyes on the bear's tits again which, as the fucking began, were starting to jiggle in all their fat, formerly milk-filled glory.

"Ooh my gawd, you have a tight face to fuck," Officer Kaz shuddered. She bit her lip hard enough to put sore, lasting teeth marks in it and started to throw her weight into her slow bucks.

Farrah whined and winced; the otter's swampy nuts began beating her about the nose, slinging musky sweat across the bridge of her snout. She gave up on holding the otter's pelvis. She was wet under her shorts.

"Gaw-w-wd," Kaz quivered, arching her back and letting out a nearly maniacal laugh. "Oh, fuck me, I love being a cop," she added with a gentler laugh. She picked up the pace, smashing her hips into Farrah's pretty face with such quickness that the wet suck and pop of the penetration became a nearly constant sound. She unhanded the bear's tits to grip the sturdier, more trustworthy edges of the countertop; watching the bear's jugs bounce and wag crazily was almost as fun as bruising them with her fingers.

"Mmmmh, ye-e-es," Kaz hissed, her professionally short hair fanning over her eyes, locks growing nappy with sweat. Her entire body, in fact, was sweaty. The stuff abounded, running down her ass crack and the back of her nutsack in runners which tickled even through her water-sloughing fur. She let go of one edge of the counter to smack and squeeze Farrah's tits, finding them irresistible. "Goddamn, you must lo-o-ove that faggoty boy of yours...!"

Farrah did, there was no doubt - but she was loving this too. She thought it was a cliche for a confident single mom to actually enjoy playing the part of a beleaguered fucksleeve with no option but to put out, but she privately loved the notion. If she could have gotten away with it without being teased to no end, she would have thrust her fingers down the front of her shorts... or pushed away the otter, only to bend over the counter and drop her bottoms.

It was too late for such a radical change of plans. Nailing Farrah in her phat mom ass had crossed her mind, but giving it to her in the talk hole was somehow more elegant than that. Watching her cock bulge and vanish and bulge again in the bear's gorgeous neck was delightful in a mannish, evil way. Putting bruises on her big tits was another form of that same attitude. Kaz was loving every second of smacking her nuts into Farrah's nose, and she didn't want it to end, even as exhausting as such a violent fuck was.

Not even the energetic Officer Kaz could hold out forever, though. Especially not when literally in the face of such a pretty MILF, and when you added in the fact that she was leveraging this awesome lay out of the bear, well, Kaz's ego could only take so much stroking.

"Ooh--, oh, fu-u-uck," Kaz bleated. Her motions were becoming stiff and labored, and her nuts were no longer a dangling, wet pendulum smacking into Farrah's dampened nose but a coin purse of wrinkles and fur. She bit her lip again; rolled back her eyes; shuddered over the bear. A few more grinds was all it took before she erupted, blasting thick lutrine jizz down the bear's neck in enormous quantities. Anybody who had used a cruiser after Officer Kaz on a dull overnight shift knew that the little otter was productive on an equine level; Farrah was finding out the hard way with her own personal protein shake then and there.

Farrah, whose boyfriend was a horse where it counted, was used to gulping down a load like Kaz's but the fact that she hadn't been expecting such a release tripped her up. She squirmed and blushed brighter than she'd already been, pawing stupidly at the otter's ass and hips in a vain attempt to shove her off. Officer Kaz held fast, ignoring the bear's pushes. She sighed and licked her lips.

Like a leaky spigot being closed off, Kaz's cum came to a gradual stop. Her penis was still erect, still throbbing deep in the bear's raw throat, but the payload had been delivered. Slowly, and reluctantly, she pulled back and her cock flopped out of Farrah's inverted maw, glans dragging across the pad of her nose.

Immediately the bear sat up, coughing and sputtering. When she tried to utter something, she sounded like a pack-a-day smoker after forty years. Officer Kaz, feeling a modicum of sympathy, patted the bear between her naked shoulder blades and chuckled. "Easy, now. Just a little dick. That never killed anybody."

"Is my--, is--!" Farrah tried to get out something, but she just kept sputtering and coughing.

It got so annoying that Kaz, after zipping up, wandered off to find the bathroom and came back with a Dixie cup full of cool water. "Drink this," Kaz authoritatively said. "I'll get you another if you need it."

The gulp of water helped. Farrah suppressed her coughing long enough to say, in a hoarse voice, "Is everything good now?"

A smile creased Kaz's snout. She patted Farrah's inner thigh. "Is what good now?"

"My boy," the bear said, closing her thighs. It wasn't that she didn't want Kaz touching her... she just didn't want her wetness found out.

"What about your boy?" Officer Kaz asked with a wink. "Listen, Mrs. Kushner - it doesn't look like the thief took anything. The cash register is disturbed but intact." She kept her eyes locked on Farrah's, and subtle understanding passed between them. "I'll file a report about the suspect, but I'm afraid between five-five and six feet, canine, black clothes isn't going to be very helpful."

Farrah cracked a weary smirk. "Thanks so much, Officer."

"Anytime," Kaz said with another wink. "Maybe you ought to clean the place up, head home, relax. You look like you've been through quite an ordeal." She smooched the bear's cheek and neared the door. "And Mrs. Kushner?"

The bear was pulling on her bra, wrangling her breasts with little success. "Mhm?"

"Next time I have to come out here, it's your ass I'm fucking." She grinned. "Try to have a nice evening, Mrs. Kushner."