Daughter's turn.

Krista stripped off her suit jacket and threw it on the bed. It had been a long day, especially with Alexandra gone most of the afternoon. Even so, the Speegleman case was ready to go.

The door-chime rang. She grumbled and went to the intercom to answer.

"Who is it?"

"It's Alexandra; mission accomplished."

"Took you long enough. Do you have the video?"

"Yes, but I think I should show it to you in person. Something odd happened."

"Odd? Can you be less specific?"

"I can't really explain; you'll have to see it to believe it."

"All right. Come on up." So much for a long relaxing bath.

When Alexandra arrived at the penthouse apartment she knew exactly where to go. She connected her phone to the PC and set the display for the seventy-inch TV.

Krista watched with mild disgust but obvious pleasure as her mother got it in the cunt. She uttered a quiet "Yes!" when Thomas took over and fucked the old lady more forcefully. She out-and-out laughed at the spraying cum.

"That was fascinating, but I don't see why–"

"Keep watching, Miss Krista."

Krista watched her mother's years melt away, leaving the luscious and nubile eighteen year old. Alexandra could see the greed and desire dawning on her mentor's face. Finally the lawyer turned to her flunky.

"Do me."

"But Ma'am, –"

"Do me! Now!" She was already taking off her clothes, letting them drop on the expensive rug.

Krista lay down on her back on the leather sofa and spread her legs. Her fingers danced over her clit, her slit, and anything else she could touch. Alexandra took out the crystal dildo. "Any time now!"

Krista took in the knobbed end, demanding slow but forceful strokes. Alexandra did as she was told, focusing on her mentor's pleasure. While Krista fondled her own nipples, Alexandra worked the woman's vagina with the shaft and firmly rubbed Krista's clit with the heel of her free hand. Krista finally let out a long forceful growl at her orgasm, dribbling a small amount of cum onto Alexandra's hand.

Alexandra licked her hand clean absent-mindedly while her other hand dug into her snatch. When her phone rang she picked it up with sticky fingers.

Thomas started talking without preamble. "Sarah changed back!"

"Don't worry, that's supposed to happen. I just finished with Krista. Wanna see?"

Alexandra snapped a photo and sent it.

"Whoa; she looks just like her mother did at that age. But Sarah–"

"Don't worry; everything is taken care of. Now wait for tomorrow."