Let Her Step-Mom "Help" Her

"Please, you've got to help me! I drank, I smoked! I can't take a piss test!", Margaret begged.

"Don't worry, kiddo, I got this.", she reassured her.

Instead of holding him off, she invited the parole officer right in.

"Oh, err-I'm sorry, he chuckled, but we can't take a urine sample like that!"

Margaret blushed a deep crimsom of shame. She tried to cover her wet patch, but it was just too large for her hands.

"How dare you! My daughter is incontinent and she forgot her diapers last night, so what!"

Margaret played along, "Yeah, you big jerk."

"Oh..uh, he stuttered, I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything by it."

"Whatever, I'll be talking to your supervisor, bucko! Now will you get out so I can change my daughter!"

"Change her?"

Though it was the parole officer who spoke, Margaret shared the thought, but played along.

"Yes, what, do you want to stay and watch, pervert?"

"Uh, no...but can she still...nake in the cup?"

"Yes, asshole, Maggie always has a full bladdy when she wakes up, don't you Maggie?"

Margaret nodded.

With a slam, they were alone again, with Margaret relieved and thankful her step-mother had alienated her parole officer with insults and accusations while outing her as an incontinent, chronic bedwetter who needed help to get changed.

Give me that cup sweety, and try to get changed. There's some clothes in that closet, I know they're not you're style, but they'll fit for now.

Her mother walked to the en suite bathroom and prepared to fill the specimen cup.

While she did, Margaret opened the closet to find...