His mom has a new look!

The following morning:

Alex rubbed his eyes as his alarm went off. He had dozed off in an awkward position, having just collapsed in his bed after hours of hard work. But his hard work had paid off. He had managed to create a copy of the software and link the transmitter device to his own laptop. Curiously, his mother still hadn't returned when he had passed out at 2am, but since she hadn't taken her phone, nor the transmitter device, he had no way to check in on her. But now seeing that his mother hadn't come to check in on him for staying in bed late, Alex panicked. Waking up with a start he rushed to her room, only to find it empty. He rushed downstairs calling out for her, "MOM!? Where are you?"

His heart slowed down as he heard her reply from the kitchen, only to immediately almost give him a heart attack as he laid eyes on her. The first thing he noticed was her hair. Natasha had always had long hair. She was very proud of it. But right now, that same straight hair had been cut into an asymmetrical bob. Her hair had always been naturally straight but it definitely seemed like she had gotten her hair done because now it looked absolutely perfectly straight, not a single hair out of place. The second thing he noticed was her face. His mother had always preferred the natural look over too much makeup, but right now she had dark red lips and a very tasteful amount of makeup on. Last but not least in any way were her clothes. While his mother always preferred comfort over looks, right now she was wearing a navy blue top which hugged her body perfectly. Alex could also notice her lacy red bra straps peeking from underneath the top's thin straps. She also wore a tight as hell really short white pencil skirt along with intricate white lacy pantyhose and white heels. Alex's mouth was wide open. His mother resembled a Russian smokeshow from a 90's bond flick.

"What is the matter Alexei? Why are you looking at me like that?" she said as she sipped her coffee. She even spoke like a stereotypical Russian smokeshow he thought to himself as he walked towards her.

"Oh I wanted some coffee too, is there any left?" Alex stammered as he avoided looking at her tits. He had always had trouble with that but now that her puppies were almost threatening to burst out of her top, the task had become almost impossible.

"Da, there is some left over coffee..." Natasha said absentmindedly, her hand motioning towards the kettle.

Had his mother just said yes in Russian? Alex had almost never heard his mother speak a word of Russian so even something as small as this peaked his interest. He walked over and poured himself a mug, but as he had a sip of it, he found the taste extremely bitter.

"Yuck! Why is there no milk in this? Since when do you drink black coffee?" Alex yelled at his mother as she had a deer in headlights look. Natasha had always loved cappuccinos.

"Umm... nye- UHH NO! I just felt like it..." his mother responded as she put down the mug and left the room.

Alex chuckled. Clearly his mother was trying hard to keep up the cover while dealing with her new personality but clearly there would be slipups. He followed her slowly and found that she had locked herself in her room. She probably had gone to her room to use the receiver and ask for help, he thought to himself. Well it would be a horrible thing to leave her panicking without a reply from her superiors, Alex thought as he walked into his room, shutting the door behind him.

He opened his laptop. This would be a good situation to test out his new setup. He had made sure the old computer was hidden well in the attic. Now, all he needed was his laptop. He had made an app for his phone as well but he preferred the bigger screen of the laptop.

When the feed came on, his mother was pacing around anxiously in her room, clutching the metal receiver in hand. She almost looked cute, all worried like that. He opened the control interface to see there were 3 messages from her.

'Comrade, please help, I think the son is suspecting me.'

'Please issue directive comrade.'

'Comrade, I need your guidance.'

Poor thing, clearly desperate, Alex thought to himself.

He began typing, 'We are working on it Agent Volkov. We are aware of the incident in the kitchen. At the moment, there is something else we need of you.'

He saw as his mother breathed a sigh of relief before her eyebrows furrowed together as she began typing. He received her reply, 'You are aware? How is that possible comrade, I haven't briefed you on the specifics yet.'

Fuck! Alex cursed himself. He had to remember he was dealing with an intelligent woman. Even though he was basically fucking with her mind, he had to keep things believable to keep the ruse going. Thinking quickly on his feet, Alex thought of a solution that would continue to help him going forward.