Police Milf Becomes Bimbo Snowbunny

Candice Smith was a real straight laced lady. A wife, a mother, and a damn hard worker for her city's police force- Pretty much top of her field. If 'the field' was having mountains of MILFy PAWGmeat stuffed into little blue police shorts! Hard work didn't make up for how laughably dumb of a bimbo she was. Her codename was 'Thermostat,' "cause she had a room temperature IQ," according to all the guys at the department. Or maybe cause she was "Hot stuff." Both, really. Her husband tried to quietly discourage her wife from allowing them to call her that, but he couldn't bring himself to explain it to her. She fucking sucked at her job, and she'd only taken it to work with her husband. He regretted that, big time - And was about to regret it even more. She'd be 'sucking' at her job a whole lot more soon.

The poor guy could barely think around his wife - She was a little taller than him, taller than most women too. But her main attraction was that ASS. A PAWG dumptruck that quaked when she walked. Her husband John had been a passionate young husband once, but was now an aging and increasingly scrawny yet pudgy man. He was stuck on the low rungs of the police department, like his wife- And regularly got kicked around the office by the Chief, Tyrone. Of course, Candice was a devoted wife, but she was even more devoted to her job these days to ignore the dullness of her home life.

Their son was at college- Tyler. He desperately wanted to be cool- He wasn't even self respecting enough to be nerdy and proud of it. That was why he'd worked his ass off to get into the Beta Beta Kappa frat house- Where he was the whipping boy in a house full of black guys. He hadn't quite realised he'd just signed up to what was effectively a drug dealing gang. Whoops. Well he couldn't leave now.

When Tyler got the door for his MOM to the door one day, he gawped. Before he spoke, Tiffany shushed him. "Honey! I'm undercover. Don't say I'm a cop, kay?" She shushed him, and sauntered into the house. But it wasn't ber being there that shocked him- It was the fact that his lovely conservative Momma was walking around, ass out, in short shorts and a titty-hugging tank top. Dear Chief Tyrone had insisted the demure mother wear this for her undercover disguise- Something to amuse DeShawn

Why was Candice here? Well, Chief Tyrone had decided he should offer his new partner DeShawn some bimbo blackbait to seal the deal- He'd sent the guy mugshots of all the women in the department, and offered to send them 'deep undercover' into DeShawn's gang... For no reason other than for DeShawn to have a police-woman trophythot on his arm, and have a fat ass to turn into bimbo wobblemeat. So when this MILF Candice showed up at the frat door, with her jiggling white MILFmeat packed into some tiny little jeanshorts, 'the boys' knew what the plan was already. Let this dumb slut think she was going undercover real slick, whilst turning her into a braindead cockslut.

She'd texted the Chief, DeShawn, asking if she could 'buy devil's lettuce.' The whole thing was totally amateur. If Candice had been REALLY undercover, she would have got busted in seconds asking such a dumb question. But she was a sheep walking into the wolf's den... So as far as she was concerned, she'd done an excellent job convincing them so far! Candice turned to her son- "Take me to DeShawn, would you Tyler? I'm buying some weed from him." She whispered conspiratorially, like she was some detective expert. "It'll be more believable if they know you're my son! How else would I have found out about their business? Now c'mon Tyler!"

GLUCK, GLUCK, GLUCK, GLUCK..! That sound was a near constant in DeShawn's crib. Sure, the frat house was owned by the college in name, but not a single authority would ever dare interrupt DeShawn's schemes, let alone enter the building. The result? College girls bound to flunk out sucking off their dealer for their next hit. He wasn't even looking at the chick bouncing her head in his lap, idly scrolling his phone, setting up his bigger deals while the poor girl was near choking herself out trying to take him down to the base. "HAHHH- Bleh.." She came up, panting, pumping him. "DeSha- I mean, Daddy, I can't.. it's been a half hour. Can I come ba-"

Before she could even finish, he'd cut her off with a sharp sigh, an audible 'tch' as he tossed her a bag of weed, waving her off. Giddy beyond belief, she skipped out the door, believing she'd got off easy- until he yelled out to the rest of the boys in the house. "YO. BITCH PAYIN' UP - YOU BOYS HAVE YOUR FUN." She'd look back, eyes wide, pleading - only for a handful of guys to whistle, hoot, laugh and yell as they dragged her to the room beside DeShawn's. Before long? She was moaning, in absolute bliss as she was passed around.

Tyler knew what was going on upstairs. He led Candice up the stairs, cringing as he heard the yelling. "Hey Mom... I'm- I-I'm glad you here to be honest, these guys are... Dealing a lot of drugs. They're a real gang Mom! Be careful, please?"

Candice smiled lovingly at her son. "Mommy's gonna be real deep undercover- This is a huge operation Tyler! This is my big career break- So just act like nothing's changed, okay? I'm your innocent housewife Mom, and nothing else. There's a good boy." She kissed his cheek. Tyler smiled- His Mom was so cool, taking on all these bullies.

In his room, DeShawn groaned. "Man.. where's that fuckin' bimbo bitch Chief Tyrone promised me?" It'd been discussed for the better half of a month - the cop he'd been paying off now offering him some entertainment as a show of goodwill, a sort of proof of loyalty after DeShawn added a couple zeroes to the Chief's bank account. He'd been promised a naive, curvy, older slampiece - and not just that, but Tyler's mother. As if they hadn't tormented that whiteboi enough between stealing his crushes, snapping humiliating pics, having girls prank him, making him an errand boy - no. DeShawn wanted more. Including having Tyler's own mother as his trophythot.

The awkward white teen croaked. He glanced at his Mom's globes of white MILFmeat straining against her shorts... And worried a little, knowing what often happened to white girls who came into the frat house. But no! What was he telling himself! That would never happen to his Momma. She was a strong police woman!

The unlikely pair went up the stairs, Tyler ashen faced as he heard the loud fucking and sucking going on next door. He approached DeShawn's room. "DeShawn? My mom..." The timing was impeccable for the gang boss. From being frustrated, blue balled and bored - to having Candice show up at his door.

Though, before DeShawn could answer, a voice called out from the room next door "Ty, did I hear you say- STOP FUCKIN' SUCKIN, BITCH. I'm trynna go." Tyler heard laughter, then rapid footsteps as one of the enormous frat boys raced toward and then opened the door, cock still out, soaked in what was presumably the girl's saliva. "SHIIIIIT, it do be yo fuckin' mama. She look just like you - but hot. Supppp, mamas? How 'bout you just come on in here with-"

Another, different voice from the room. "CHRIS! SHUT YO DUMB ASS UP. You know DeShawn wants that one. Yo! Don't make him get up. Get in there. Ty, you stay the fuck outside."

Tyler stammered- "C-Course dude, I'm... I know I'm not allowed in DeShawn's room. Geez." He rolled his eyes, and folded those scrawny arms, leaning on the wall... Waiting for his Mom, trying not to look at the college cockslut getting turned into a cumstuffed sexdoll in the next room. He was trying to focus on his Mom!

Candice giggled when 'Chris' came out- "Hehe. Uhm- Hi~" She gave a little finger wave, and ignored the black stud... Until her eyes noticed his cock- Which she stared at, pretty openly. Chris laughed at her and turned around without a word- This bitch was too easy, clearly.

Candice was given direct permission to enter - and that was the end of it. Tyler was flustered beyond belief - unsure whether his focus should be on his mother or the wide open door with a girl bouncing on one of the guys.. DeShawn, however, was fucking excited. It showed, too. He was lounged on a sofa in his bedroom, boxers pulled back up- and a monstrous tent pitched between his legs.

So he led her to DeShawn's room- "Uhhh... Yo DeShawn? My Mom's looking to buy some, uhh... She has an appointment with you. Apparently."

Candice called through the door- "Hi! I texted you, it's Candice. I uhh- Got your number from my son."

DeShawn didn't say anything for 5 seconds- He was finishing pumping his dick to make sure it was standing tall. Then, he spoke. "Come in... Bitch."

Tyler coughed. No way his Mom was gonna let a guy call her bitch! Candice just smiled- "See you in a second sweetie- Ignore those big men, haha. Don't let them get to you." And then she opened the door, walking into DeShawn's room, her breedable hips shaking and straining against the tiny denim shorts she'd stuffed her thotmeat into- She gasped, and then shut the door behind her, sending a shudder through Tyler.

Her eyes were on that bulge for a good few seconds before she dragged them up, and smiled weakly- "E-Erm- Hi, DeShawn! I'm Candice- Tyler's Mom." She tried to sound a little hip. "I heard you guys were selling weed here?" The PAWGmeat whore turned to the side a bit, which showed off more of her absolutely stacked curves, just begging for a spanking, straining against the denim of her bootyshorts, stretched so thin he could swear it was almost translucent. DeShawn was gonna make sure the next time she came she'd be in even shorter ones. "I'm looking to buy. Uhh- Y'know. Some of the good stuff." The dumb bimbo nodded confidently. "And uhh- I'm looking for work too..."

"Weed and work? Usually the two don't go together, but for a woman like you.. mm.. I'll see what we can do. Anything for a beautiful woman - and Tyler's mom, at that." DeShawn, for once, was a gentleman. In complete contrast to how he treated his last customer, demanding head - he treated this one with a sort of charm. After all, this was his source of entertainment for a couple years. He didn't want to break her in by force, no - he'd rather charm, manipulate and abuse her naivety. He wanted everything to be done of her own free will.. until she realized far too late how far she'd fallen for a gang leader. "Tell you what. I've been needing a little.. partner. Someone who stays by my side, takes care of my every need." Candice giggled, and simpered for the bully gang leader, putting her hands on her hips and swaying a little. The upright MILF was already feeling the need, the tease, the mind-breaking blessing that was BLACK COCK. Her eyes were locked onto that tent in DeShawn's boxers. She casually reached her hands back, and squeezed her wobblewagon, making it jiggle subtly.

Being close to the boss, as someone undercover? Surely there was no better position. "If you want, I'll give you a sort of trial position. You, me, we go at it for a couple weeks. If I like you, you stay. If I don't, well.." He nodded his head toward the loud moaning, clapping and banging from the other room. Hinting that if she didn't play along.. she'd end up like the bangsluts next door, without outright saying it.

DeShawn grinned luridly. "I won't be seeing much of you. Buuuuut.. as an added bonus? On top of the cash I'd give? If I like you, you won't have to pay for the weed either. Sound good? And by the way.. all my partners.. sit on my lap. So, if you want in? Come to Daddy." This was so terribly obvious - but he doubted 'Thermostat', as Chief Tyrone referred to her, would notice. The proposition was essentially to be the thug's trophy and sex slave for an amount he hadn't even disclosed. But surely.. being by his side would prove worth it for the task at hand, right?

The MILF listened closely, nodding along. This was absolutely perfect! Just just just what she needed! She'd find out EVERYTHING this way. Sure, this DeShawn guy seemed a little menacing, and kind of pervy, but... He also seemed a gentleman. She was sure he'd be nice and respectful - Even gang members had a code of honour, right? Sure they did - Not one that would stop her getting turned that phat white cheekmeat turned into a black baby factory though.

Candice grinned- "Oh, absolutely, Daddy~!" Tyler's heart went into his mouth outside. What the fuck did he just hear?? He could practically see DeShawn's hot grin through the door. The black bully's approval showed that monstrous tent making an obvious movement as it twitched in its fabric prison.

"Park that ass right here, girl. Mm.. damn.." And like that, Tyler's dumb police MILF Mom wobbled her pale ass over to DeShawn, and then plopped her fat backside on the bully gang leader's knee, letting his leg slide between her legs, getting her straddling him.

Spreading her little pussy already. "Uhmm- It'd just be totally great to get free weed, and see Tyler more! We're not very rich, my husband doesn't make too much, and... I just uh-" She was about to say she quit her job, but the Master spy in her realised that would be dumb. Not that it mattered. "Wanted some extra cash! And you seem like a total gentleman." She was talking to him turned over her shoulder, yapping away.

He let out a long whistle, a smile stretching his lips as she flaunted that phat blackbait ass, squeezing it, jiggling for his viewing pleasure. Either she knew what she was doing, flaunting herself.. or she had no idea what an obscenely hung, younger, black bull could do to her insides. "Lookin' good, Candice. Body like that? You're gonna fit right into the gang. We ain't let just anybody in. Gotta have some curves to get a spot by my side." He'd praise, even if the compliments were backhanded - nothing about her intelligence, only her body. A body he now was eyeing like a piece of meat. Hazel hues raking up and down her every curve, licking at his lips - predator to prey. God.. she was fucking stacked.

"Ahahah, gee DeShawn~! Thanks- I'm an old woman haha, I don't get to hear that often..." Candice was so flattered by the compliment, that she totally blushed. The dumb MILF even gave a real giggle. Clearly she had self esteem problems- Didn't realise how much her fat stack of PAWG ass was worth, imprisoned in that denim.

There was a light rumble to his tone, setting off a storm in her snowbunny womb, rolling deeper than ever as he slid digits onto her hips, dragging her closer. Grinding that clothed, married cunt up his thick, rigid thigh - bringing her close, chest to chest while a set of digits grabbed onto the waist of her denim shorts. Pulling up- and jiggling at the waistband. Giving her a wedgie while simultaneously bouncing her ass on his knee. "Mm.. you look good, but you ain't in yet. You gotta show me you can handle the position. You do good? I'll make sure you spend a lot of time with Tyler and I. Give you the hookup on some weed and cash. But first, your responsibilities." Candice gave a dumb squeal.

"Yes Sir~" She giggled again, really acting the ditzy girl. Tyler had his ear pressed to the door still. What the fuck Mom! Sir? Ugh, calm down Tyler, she's doing her job. Candice did indeed park that ass just there, and only wiggled her blackbait gapemeat in response to the GRIPPING fingers pulling her in, and making her fully straddle his thick leg. She squeaked- "Oh~!" As he TUGGED on her shorts and let her bottom half of her wobblefat hang out the bottom of the tiny little shorts.

Candice giggled again when his hand swatted her ass, and she blushed, nodding along. "Uhm... So what're the responsibilities?"

He dropped his hold on her waistband - and instead swatted at that bubble butt. Smacking it hard enough not just for a bright red handprint to sear into that flawless complexion, to not just ripple outward from the impact and wobble into place.. but also be audible from outside, where Tyler could hear it. "The first, biggest priority? Keeping your Daddy's nuts empty. I'll be honest. This position, as my partner? You gotta put in the work. Show me you know what a woman's job is. You can do that, right? You're pretty enough."

To hear her duties, Candice blushed. She fidgeted nervously- Chief Tyrone had told her nothing like this would happen! But... Ugh- He'd also said she should be prepared for ANYTHING, and he'd fire her if it didn't work! (He wasn't allowed to do that, but Candice was too dumb to know that). Candice blushed, and put on a smile- "Well that sounds just perfect Daddy~! Of course I'll put in the work- Just don't tell Tyler, alright?" Poor Tyler, who was at the door listening. Don't tell me what?? He thought. "I-I'm not cheating on my husband, of course~ This... This is just for work."

DeShawn laughed. "Tyler's gonna find out. Your job isn't just behind closed doors, Candice. I'm gonna make sure I flaunt my partner, so get used to the eyes on you. But, you're right.. this is just work."

Candice gulped- "Nfh, well..." She resolved not to let it get out of hand. Whatever that meant. She was a police detective dammit! She couldn't hesitate. Candice swallowed her instinctive revolusion at the idea of her son knowing she was draining another mans nuts that wasn't his father... And got ready to swallow a whole lot more!

That was all Tyler would hear before a brief silence thickened the suspense - Candice shuffling off his lap, instead immediately assuming the position. Fishing out that monster of a cock - that incredulous length easily rivalling that of her forearm. The thickness of a soda can. If Candice was a stacked PAWGMILF? DeShawn was her perfect match, someone who could absolutely demolish her every hole, ruin her for others - make her feel like a woman for once. Her eyes crossed as the ludicrous cock sprang out and smacked her in the face. "D-Damn- You're thick... A-Anh- Glrk-" She began sucking on the head, and started to squeeze it down her throat. Lube that cock up for when the gang boss eventually wanted to split her white wobblemeat open to turn her into a proper drooling gapeslut. "Yes Daddy~" She batted her eyelashes up at him.

After some feminine gasping, meat-clapping, white-bitch insulting, and hair-ruffling, Tyler heard it nice and clear- That telltale GLUCK GLUCK GLUCK. He shivered. So did DeShawn, because he had a tight warm MILF throat wrapped around his pole of veiny fuckmeat. Candice was squatting between his legs, ass perked out and jiggling, as her head bobbed up and down in his lap furiously- She gave SLOPPY head, but luckily that was just what DeShawn liked. She was constantly telling herself she was only doing this for work... Although her pussy was oozing through her cute little lace panties.

"Shiiitt.. I knew I'd like you, Candice. Give me that work. Show me how a mother does it." DeShawn teased, smirking down at the easy, naive, unfaithful plaything dancing in the palm of his hands. He didn't need to convince her, to threaten her - nah, she knew. She was walking into a gang's lair and this was what was expected of her. "Oh, FUCKKK, fuck yeah. That's it. Damn, girl. You're gonna fit right the fuck in. Shit.. old or not, you put those other girls to shame. You got the fucking job. Just keep suckin' it for your Daddy. Get that nut, sweetcheeks." Perhaps it was the fact a MILF was throating him. Perhaps it was her skill and experience. Perhaps it was the fact her son was likely listening outside. Perhaps it was the inferior bitch that'd disappointed him minutes prior, making Candice look and feel better. Whatever it was? DeShawn was loving this. Candice responded to his affirmations with more loud GLUCK GLUCK GLUCK, earnestly slurping away on his meatrod, choking herself into brain damage. Not that she could get much dumber.

In unprecedented volumes, he'd groan out, cheering her on, laughing as her own drool splattered over her cleavage. Giving him that sloppy toppy, soaking herself in her own spit, his lap covered in the liquid of her efforts. She'd feel each and every vein as she bobbed her head, every ridge - likely near unhinging her jaw to impress him and put in that work he needed. He'd sit still, hips bucking on occasion, sighing in absolute bliss as this thicc PAWG slobbered all over that black cock.