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DRIVER’S EXAMINATION
Back in the USA! This was like the day that Katie had been waiting for – her 16thbirthday. When the opportunity to study abroad came up, she had some tough decisions to make. Should she do it or she should just stay home. She decided to go to Europe and she ended up staying 2+ years. Now, she was back home and she could get her driver’s license. She was 18 years old, and yesterday was her birthday (it was a Sunday). She had taken the state course and she and her mother had been practicing in the Toyota getting ready for this day. Would she pass? Most of her friends passed the first time, but she had some friends who didn’t. How could she screw it up? Oh well, get the day started, she was already running late because she set her cell phone wrong and it didn’t go off.
She got out of bed and headed into the bathroom, slipping out of the large t-shirt and panties that she wore to bed. Sitting on the toilet, her hand strayed over the tops of her thighs and towards her pussy. She had started to trim the light bush away and then she decided to shave herself bare. It felt wonderful. She kept her fingers there while she urinated, the combination of her fingers pressing towards her clit and the warmth of the urine heated up that whole area and she had to do something about it. Her fingers strayed lower towards her clit and she leaned back – it was starting to feel good and her other hand headed across her stomach up to her breasts. Then the door to the bathroom flew open and there was her mother . . .
“Katie – you’ve got to hurry, there’s no way we can make it if we don’t leave in the next ten minutes!”
What did her mother see? Katie leaning against the back of the toilet, the fingers of her left hand tweaking her nipple, the fingers of her right hand moving towards her clit and her legs spread wide? The door opened and shut so quickly, maybe she didn’t see anything, but that’s not what her mother saw. No, her mother saw an eyeful.
Deb Hawkins, certainly a MILF[1] by anyone’s standards. At 39 years old she was looking good. Pregnancy had filled out her breasts, but not much and there was no sag. Her hips were widened and her buttocks got full but all for the better. Seeing her daughter for just a brief glimpse reminded her of what she looked like 17 years ago before she was pregnant . . . and of what she had been doing just an hour ago. She had woken up before the alarm clock sounded. Just a few minutes but long enough to pleasure herself. She kicked backed the bedcovers and raised her nightie above her hips. She usually didn’t wear panties, especially not to bed. She spread her legs and and put her hand in between them – across the little patch of pubic hair and then further – where she noticed that there was wetness. She rubbed her pussy steadily and it felt good, but not good enough. She rolled over to open her nightstand drawer. In there, what she referred to as “her little friend”. A nice pyrex dildo – ribbed along the length and at the end, a flange or, more commonly known as a butt plug. At times, it felt so good to put it in her ass! Today had to be quick. She took the dildo and put it against her clit and rubbed it along her slit. The moistness allowed it to slip between her pussy lips. She used her other hand to rub her clit, and then under her nightie along her stomach to her breasts. With a little pressure, the dildo slipped inside her and now she was fucking herself with it. It felt so good. She pushed it inside, deep, and squeezed her pussy muscles against it. With her left hand running along her stomach and her breasts, fingers occasionally squeezing the nipples of her breasts, she used her right hand to stray lower between her butt cheeks to that sensitive spot – her asshole. She spread her legs more and teased it with her fingertip. It wasn’t long before she had gotten some moisture from her pussy and used it to slip her finger inside of her asshole. With her finger in her asshole, she could use the palm of her hand to move the dildo in her pussy. This was the ultimate feeling and, when time permitted, this is when Deb would start lubing the butt plug end of the dildo and working it in her ass. But not today, not enough time. She brought her hand down from her breasts and placed it on her clit, rubbed it and gyrated against the dildo in her pussy and the finger in her ass, and that’s what it took to give her a decent orgasm this morning. She lay there for a few minutes just enjoying the feeling and, as she relaxed, the dildo slipping from her pussy and resting between her butt cheeks. Now it was time to start the day, into the shower to wash away her brief escape from reality.
Her mother’s intrusion was enough to ruin the moment for Katie. She had finished urinating and she stood up, flushed the toilet, and got into the shower. She knew that time was slipping away so, as tempting as it was to finish off behind the shower curtain, she quickly showered and got out. Drying herself off, she looked at herself in the mirror. She had developed nicely for her 18 years, petite by definition, but her 34B breasts were perfect for her small frame. She had noticeable hips and a firm but shapely butt. Looking over herself, she decided that today would be nothing fancy, a jeans and t-shirt day, keep it simple. Although she had her mother’s body, she looked more like her father (the loser, ran off shortly after she was born) – fair complexion, her hair wavy and auburn colored. On most days, she didn’t wear a bra, but she decided to wear one today just in case, just in case her nipples got hard. Some of her friends didn’t wear panties but she hadn’t gone that far yet. So today was going to be plain white bra and plain white panties.
Deb had taken the same approach, she wanted to make sure she looked “motherly”, so she wore a plain bra and panties, too. Jeans and a sweater on the outside and, with Katie by her side, it was a perfect mother-daughter scene walking into the state’s driver exam facility. When Katie walked through the door, she noticed that there were two men examiners and two women examiners behind the counter. She sure hoped she got a woman; a man would make her so nervous. Then she noticed the sign: ENHANCED IDENTIFICATION PROCEDURES IN EFFECT – PLEASE STAND IN THE LINE APPROPRIATE TO YOUR SEX. What could that mean? As she stood there, she observed that males were told to line up in front of the male examiners and females were told to line up in front of the female examiners. Strange, but, OK – who cares and that way she’d be assured of getting a female examiner. She approached the counter and started the process. Easy enough and the examiner, a slightly overweight female in her 40s, seemed to be more friendly than she had imagined. The name tag on her police-like uniform said, “S. Ruff – Examiner”. “A ruff examiner”, thought Katie, and then she chuckled to herself because things were going pretty well --- so far. A few questions, a few forms to be signed, and then an eye test by looking into the machine on the counter. Katie’s mother had to sign the forms, too. After all that was complete, Katie and Deb were told to take a seat. Deb wondered why some people were taken right away and others were told to take a seat; the people who were taken right away went to the left of the counter, the people who were told to take a seat went to the right of the counter. Examiner Ruff came over to Deb and handed her two cards and a pen.
“You’ll want to read these, make sure you understand it, and then both you and your daughter have to sign them. I’ll be back in a few minutes and we can continue, if that’s what you have decided”, said Examiner Ruff.
Deb took the cards and the pen from Examiner Ruff; she handed a card to Katie and they both looked at the cards:
“What the fuck?”, Deb thought to herself, but she wanted to make sure that she set a good example for Katie. She looked over at Katie and saw that she had signed the card. “Well, what’s the big deal? Some more government bullshit”, Deb thought, and she signed her card, too. She noticed the TSA logo on the card. “What losers!”, she thought to herself.
It wasn’t too long before Examiner Ruff returned and took the cards from Deb and Katie. “Follow me”, she said, and lead them down the hall to the right.
About halfway down the hall, Examiner Ruff stopped and faced Deb and Katie. “Because of her age”, she said while looking at Katie, “she will be inspected in your presence”, she said as she then looked at Deb. Then, she walked a few more steps down the hall and opened a door, indicating that they should walk through it. Examiner Ruff followed them into the room and then closed the door behind her. She stood by the door.
The room was about 12’ X 12’, brightly lit, painted white, but carpeted. There were two desks, a tall cabinet, and a table – a table that looked like a massage table or some sort of exam table. It was covered with a white sheet and had a pillow on it. Next to the table was a short cabinet and something was sitting on the top of the cabinet but it was covered. In the corner of the room was an area that looked like the passport photo area in the post office: lights hung from the ceiling and a tripod-mounted camera was placed a distance from the wall. There was a door on the far side of the room. As Deb looked around the room, she noticed the lack of noise; there was noise when they were in the hallway but when they came in this room, the noise was gone. This was a sound-proofed room!
The door on the far side of the room opened and a man appeared, dressed in a police-like uniform but slightly different than that of Examiner Ruff. His shirt was white and he wore a black tie, his name tag said, “B. Zimblatt – Inspector”; Examiner Ruff wore a grey shirt with a short “tie” modified for a female. He was carrying a clipboard and, as he stood before them, Deb noticed that there were four papers, two were white and two were pink. He put the clipboard on the desk and sat down. With his back to Deb and Katie, he started asking questions, confirming their names, address, dates of birth – nothing that they hadn’t answered before. Deb noticed that the white papers contained her information and the pink papers contained Katie’s information. When he got to the bottom of the first sheet for both of them, he turned them over and then the routine process seemed to hit a snag.
“What’s this? We have to do an EDP-4 on these two?”, he asked Examiner Ruff.
Examiner Ruff walked over to the desk and looked at the forms.
“Well, we don’t have trained female personnel to do that”, she told Inspector Zimblatt.
Inspector Zimblatt opened the drawer to the desk, pulled out a book, and started to flip through the pages.
“According to Section 16.27 (a)(1), we can modify the procedure to a 2 so long as . . . no, wait a minute, I think we’re okay . . . Section 16.27 (e)(5) allows us to do an EDP-4 so long as one of the personnel . . .”, he quoted from the book.
Examiner Ruff looked closer into the book to where Inspector Zimblatt was pointing as he read.
“Yeah, yeah, that’s okay – I just have to do the PI – do you have a problem with that?”, she said to Inspector Zimblatt.
“My bad day, again”, Inspector Zimblatt said as he chuckled.
“I’ll give you the electronic”, she replied to Inspector Zimblatt.
Meanwhile, Deb and Katie were watching all of this going on and wondering what was happening. Deb had been around long enough to know that this was government bullshit at its finest. Katie was just getting tired of waiting to get her driver’s license.
Inspector Zimblatt got up from the desk and Examiner Ruff resumed her position by the door. Inspector Zimblatt went to the tall cabinet and pulled out a device that both Deb and Katie recognized to be like what is used at the airport to check for metal objects.
“Okay, you two”, he addressed them, “Stand in the center of the floor next to each other, separate your legs, and hold your arms out from your sides.”
He approached them and ran the device over their arms, down their fronts, along the outside of their legs, between their legs – all the way up until it touched their crotch – then down their backs, up the backs of their legs and then, between their legs pressing against their buttocks.
“Can’t take any chances”, Inspector Zimblatt said as he pressed the device between Deb’s legs.
“Wouldn’t want to have anything hiding in there, would we?”, he said when he pressed the device against Katie’s buttocks.
The device beeped on both Deb and Katie when Inspector Zimblatt ran it over their backs.
“Bra strap, probably”, said Examiner Ruff and she approached Katie.
Inspector Zimblatt approached Deb. “Non-invasive PI, non-minor”, he said, to Examiner Ruff.
“The electronic sensing device indicates that there may be suspicious material on your person”, Inspector Zimblatt said to Deb and Katie. “Raise your shirts to under your arms.”
Katie whimpered and moved toward her mother for comfort.
“Wait a minute”, Deb protested, “What are you doing? The beep was our bra – the clasp!”
“Can’t take those chances, Ms. Hawkins”, Inspector Zimblatt replied, “Now, please . . .”
Before Deb could protest further, Examiner Ruff interjected, “Not a problem, Inspector Zimblatt. We can do a tactile evaluation – I’ll do the minor.”
“Excellent idea, Examiner”, Inspector Zimblatt said as he smiled at Examiner Ruff. “Now I know why you’re on the promotion list.”
Inspector Zimblatt and Examiner Ruff walked behind Deb and Katie and both of them were taken by surprise when they felt hands on their backs – In a synchronized movement, Inspector Zimblatt’s hands on Deb’s back and Examiner Ruff’s hands on Katie’s back – running from the shoulders downward until they hit the bra strap --- then, running their hands along the bra strap, and continuing down to the waist of their jeans. It got even more surprising! Now, the Inspector’s and the Examiner’s hands were inside of the shirts and running up their backs, across the bra strap to the shoulders, and then back down to the bra strap. The hands felt the bra strap and then --- undid the clasp! Each hand inspected the left and right side of the clasp and then they raised the straps so as to cause Deb’s and Katie’s breasts to come out of the bra cups. Before they knew what was happening, Inspector Zimblatt and Examiner Ruff had their hands on the cups of the bras, Deb’s and Katie’s nipples brushing against the back of the Inspector’s and Examiner’s hands.
Finished, Inspector Zimblatt and Examiner Ruff slid their hands down the stomach of Deb and Katie and out from under their shirts. Coming around in front of them, they noticed that Katie was sobbing and Deb had an infuriated look on her face.
“Thanks for your cooperation, ladies. You see, there are alternative methods to conducting this inspection”, Inspector Zimblatt told them.
Inspector Zimblatt went over to the desk and made some notes on the form while Deb and Katie worked on refastening their bras under their shirts, taking great effort not to expose themselves.
“Hmmmm . . . tactile inspection got us into the next level”, Inspector Zimblatt said, presumably to Examiner Ruff, as he made notes on the forms.
“Level 3 and 4, too?”, questioned Examiner Ruff.
“Gotta do a 2 and 3a . . . and 3b”, he replied.
“Okay, remember it has to be done together”, she said.
Deb and Katie wondered what could be next. What were Inspector Zimblatt (who never introduced himself) and Examiner Ruff (who never introduced herself, either) talking about?
Pointing to the wall with the lights and the camera, Examiner Ruff told Deb and Katie to stand in front of the camera, next to each other, about six inches from the wall. She walked over to the camera and, after telling them to look straight ahead and to stand straight with their hands at their sides, she took their picture.
[1] MILF – Mom I’d Like to Fuck