Following the helpful directions provided by Alice’s enthusiastic pointing, Margaret walked over to the counter.
The mother’s first instinct had been that her daughter had tried to hide a new girlfriend with a two-wheeled ride. Only after hefting it did she discover the buttons that distinguished it from a normal motorcycle helmet. Either way, an expensive toy or another of Becky’s so called friend-with-benefits taking away time from her studies, she’d ferret the truth out and have a long talk about her daughter’s priorities. Margaret experimentally flicked a few of the buttons but after nothing happened tried it on.
The Asian woman’s business outfit burst, the seams tearing in all directions as her body grew. She had taken care of herself before with strict diet and exercises and none of that changed even when her hips and ass surged into the whorish proportions required to match her bimbo secretary before curving into a thin waist and toned stomach. The expansion resumed with her breasts swelling into huge globes as firm as her personality. Another pass tightened everything further, making her appear younger, and applied striking dark makeup to her face and nails.
Already trashed, the last of her panties still put up an admirable effort trying to hide the growth taking place in her crotch. The throbbing cock tearing itself free was attached to her swelling and dripping slit; a true hermaphrodite unlike her shemale daughter and assistant. Thick and long, it had become the main tool she used to discipline those that didn’t rise to her exacting standards. But by no means limited to it. The last time Becky had failed to get an A+ on a test, Margret had left her bound for two hours in her home office, the vibrators set to maximum, and watched Becky squirm while she sorted out the last of the paperwork for one of her clients of her law firm. Even they had begged for mercy by the time the opposite counsel gave into all of her demands.
So far, neither had disappointed her like that again.
Not that she couldn’t be kind too. Margret considered her contract with Alice generous as a gesture to her daughter, and her submissive bimbo more than repaid her with mind-blowing sex. Her secretarial work was still lacking despite the managing partner/dominatrix’s guiding hand. She had associates to handle anything that required a measure of legal competence and on the other side of the coin none of them were worthy of cleaning her pussy like Alice was.
Margaret took off the red helmet, no wiser about its purpose then when she had put it on. Clearly not a motorcycle helmet, however. Whatever it was, it seemed to be broken. She pitched it to Alice who easily caught it. The MILF certainly knew how to handle balls and other spherical objects, and Margret was almost disappointed she didn’t have any. Now, where was she? She was rewarding her submissive slut with dinner.
“Think you pick out a bottle of wine while I prepare the duck. A white one.” Margaret found an apron, not bothering with any other clothes much to Alice’s cheery delight and who solemnly promised to kiss the cook like it asked at the first, best opportunity. All the more reason to keep any distractions busy while she had sharp objects around. The dominatrix smirked, but didn’t say anything one way or the other. “Afterwards, can you see if Becky is in? She and her friends are starring and directing in a futuristic short. Suppose that could be one of their props. Of course, unless you were sloppy during your last masturbation break, we do have some have time.”