Helen Koh...separating from her husband Micheal as she walked down towards the woman’s dormitory, definitely upset with the fact that her only son just disrespected her like that, the Kohs may have given their son freedom...but they never thought it would turn out like this.
She could have sworn something is amiss here...
Not even remembering their former son whose now sauntering about somewhere, she walked down the halls to her niece’s dorm. Aware of the fact she had came out far earlier in a family gathering-which inspired the both of them to gain the courage to do so as well.
*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*
Nobody seemed to be there.
Although for some ‘odd’ reason, Helen knew that there was a key underneath the mat, as she picked it up and *chink*, unlocked and opened the door, letting off her shoes as she decided to head in despite Rayne not being at home...
*Let the Aussie Waves Consume You*
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“What?”
Entering in-expecting a gamer styled apartment with the latest equipment...instead, she was greeted with a ‘soothing Australian Voice’ from the television as the lights came on, revealing numerous of busty pictures of models...no-a single blonde model with blue eyes with a gorgeous tan, what caught the closeted lesbian mom’s eye were primarily the photos of her posing in a revealing swimsuit.
Helen Koh was gobsmacked, as the curse smirked, changing the former Rayne’s room just in time for its soon to be new applicant. Who was instantly triggered as she felt a wave of relaxation and coolness flowing into her mind.
‘Chillax babe...you’re hot and in the states, right where I want’cha...’
A deep, masculine voice resonated across her temples. Definitely not of Micheals but someone...more matured and of a different continent...reassuring, and...
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Perfectly, as coordinated, Helen’s shoes and socks combination left outside of the home were instantly warped and freed from their strict business regulations and heritage into gorgeous sandals.
The remainder of her former niece’s items outside shifted into polished gear and spare accessories for someone who changed attire more often than not. The door post was allocated a couple of music notes-as well as tons of ‘decorative vandalism’ which are framed cooly on HER dorm.
Yes HER, not that pansy dyke...what’s her name. But HER-as signed on that stylish surfboard ready for action outside, as the woman inside is about ready to finish up her shoot before enjoying the Californian sun...
Though nothing beats the Aussie Coast however...
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*REC*
Her fingers slipped and pressed on a button to her side, as the footage starts rolling on the high resolution camera next to her. Red Light starting to blink...she does not have much time to finish up her shoot...both in footage and in her schedule.
“Schedule? But I took the day off from work hadn’t I?” She thought initially, wanting to panic but-
‘Jus’ go wit’ da flow
Don’t let it slow’
An insanely unique, foreign accent that was unmistakably Aussie, rapped cooly into her ears. Like...the woman was confident with herself and her timing despite the circumstances around her, like...she was a role model not only to herself, but to others who are connected to her. But not in a firm...stereotypical professional kind of way...
‘But my way yo...’
Thump...thump...thump...
Her other palm traced around the buttons of a video player, finger tips becoming slender-but more tough and grit. Like a dominant yet feminine lady who knows what she wants and gets it, top bits of her nails manicured to just the right middle length as a hypnotic beat gets its rhythm out.
Thump...thump...thump...
Her eyes focused...on three things right in front of her. The first...the sexy posters of the dominant Australian chick posing all around her, as she felt the power and confidence moving forward.
The second, was the bottle of branded sun tanning lotion in front of her, its label displayed right openly in the camera like a statement. Almost like its for...product placement. Grabbing it, and-
‘SQUIRT’
Swaying her hips, she felt her womanhood beginning to expand, not just out of arousal from Mrs Helen Koh-but it was as though she was embracing the talent and gorgeousness of the model...becoming one with her.
Camera blinking, moving forward as her toes pushed up her height just a 6ft right for the camera to spot on her behind. As she moved forward-her skirt could only comply with a ‘G’day’ as it shrunk thick and thin, constricting her panties until they are just a shiny ocean blue bottom swimwear for the lady, her lady bits dripping with new vigour as her youth is rekindled at the realisation of such clothing.
The videography beams captured every sway of her buttocks, as she pushed the lotion all the way around the middle aged behind-melting all those fats accumulated from sitting at the office, regressing the age while firming it into a solid big booty that heavily rivals those of the bangs and blings.
‘But what can they do to this chick?
My body brings in all the dick’
That rap frightened Helen briefly...but as her pussy grew wetter and wetter, she realised...she was craving for it, badly. But ironically as she tried to recall her ‘session’ with...her husband, she could vaguely seem to recall it...like, it had never happened.
And that there was someone else better for a woman like her.
This arousal only made her movements slide more seductively than ever, with hot breaths, she slid down more cream down her legs, melting away the cellulites and stretch marks when she got pregnant with...that boy, details of her life in the Koh family became hazier, as strong, lean, and tanned thighs graced her presence as she bent down, giving her attractive youthful behind to the camera as though was just fresh into college.
She rubbed further down her knees to her feet, rubbing somewhat larger but an appropriate size for a tall girl like her, as the lotion rejuvenated her skin as though she was in her early twenties, matching shiny ocean blue nail polish had decor her nails on her hands and feet, which had the measurements and texture of an experienced model.
‘And celebrity rapper~’
JOLT! She got back up, satisfied with the amount of time the camera got from her booty, she made her way to the third and final thing which got her attention, was the long extendable...sort of like dentist kind of chair under bright lights, sort of like a ‘tanning beach chair’ but more industrial.
‘Industrial? Dis Rapper ain’t no industrial’
*REC*
She turned on another camera, a closer shot of the chair as Helen slid on it, like a pole, lotion already on it, as her back struggled against the blouse outside, wings wanting to break free as the lotion penetrated through the cloth and fabric, into her skin as her youthful toned back was made to be appreciated and not piggyback a gamer child.
Oooh, not even in her teenage days was she this overwhelmed with oestrogen...but for the growing celebrity within-
‘This was just another day at work’
RIPPPP
Her blouse ripped into bits, almost like a bust shot as her head as her medium length black hair was let loose-as the bits of fabric centred back into her breasts which she groped hardly with those true womanly fingers, sizing to E cups as her abdominals clenched. SQUIRT! Goes the lotion all over her chest and arms, as slight faint abs could be seen over her toned belly. Toned biceps over her rapping arms, as a tribunal tattoo of the waves etched up to her right shoulder.
Her body was in ecstasy...but her mind knew...she had to...finish this advertisement before meeting with her boyfriend...boy...oooh!
“Coastal Lotion....”
Her voice barely could resist a moan...but she knew she had to wait, plus would not want to get on Jessica’s bad side after the whole Caitlyn thing..., unique vocal chords and a slang to it. Not even caring if details of her memories are foggy-
SHINE!
THUMP THUMP THUMP!
Mixed with the cream, as her raven locks gave way to a long blonde sheen as it was long and wild as she was going to be. The loud thumps knocked her wedding ring out, as she was not married at the moment but intending to-as it morphed into black stylish shades covering her eyelids which went into swirls.
She just had to finish it, as her facial features were drop dead gorgeous, she noticed the waves on her arm surfacing around two islands, one of her...and one of her kahuna...her tongue licked her gorgeous red lips framing her pearly whites, her eyebrows trimmed nicely with her nose angling out. Her ears were looped with mics-as she had to BOOM OUT!
“Will make you so good,
That’s why Im in da hood,
Far from Homo,
All in Hetero”
SQUIRT!
SQUIRT!
SQUIRT!
The loud squirts concealed her moan, as she squirted the bottle-both metaphorically and physically until it was nothing. Panting..yet wanting more as she smirked, taking off her shades, revealing her gorgeous-as you guessed it-ocean blue vision as she turned off the cam, Aussie Rapper Hela Geronimo is ready to take center stage as she began to head out-
“Look out world
Hela G’s in da house
Gonna be bold
Aint no faggy mouse”