Pose 1

Jenny was particularly happy with being called sexy and valued like this again after so long. She never thought she would get to model like this, almost felt like a celebrity.

But her eyes landed on Jack's furious face, and the smile slowly vanished from her face. The camera's cruel, invisible claws sank deeper into her mind, whispering conflicting thoughts about ambition and motherhood. She needed Jack to see Samir work on something, so he could get inspired by his friend.

"Wait, wait, wait...include me too. I-I just wanna help." Jack said, almost running behind Samir and two pairs of wobbling asses.

"Why? You-" Samir tried to say something, but Jenny interrupted him.

"Sure, honey! Come on, you can direct cute poses with your little director friend here." Jenny jumped up excitedly and dragged him. Finally, her son was getting motivated.

Samir didn't say anything; he could potentially ruin this perfect chance if he pushed it. Anyway, with Jack being there, it would be more fun to push the oblivious mother more.

And is it only him, or is Jenny becoming more cheerful and a little... empty in the head with each passing moment?

The books were discarded, and everyone entered the living room. Jack's house was really big, and an L-shaped couch was in the middle of the room with a glass door in the back leading towards a huge ass pool.

The couch was facing the TV cabinet with a photo of Jack's Mom and Dad above it. Jenny looked like the most lewdest angel possible in that photo. Looks like she had a habit of wearing tight clothes, maybe a cultural thing?

Back then, she had slightly longer hair, but her brownish curls fell down her shoulders in waves. She was wearing a low-cut top that hugged her enormous breasts tightly, straining against her milk-white mounds. Her cleavage was deep enough to swim in.

Beside her, David, Jack’s dad, stood stiffly. His arm draped awkwardly around Jenny’s meaty waist. His expression was visibly uncomfortable, a tight-lipped smile that didn’t reach his eyes. His gaze seemed fixed past the lens, almost haunted. His knuckles whitened where he squeezed Jenny’s hip, pressing deep into the soft fat padding above her hip bone.

Samir felt like there was a story here. Well, he would be sure to ask about that after making her his house pet or something.

Samir studied Jenny’s body closely. "Jenny," he murmured, "We should do some test poses before" the alien device humming softly against his palm, "stand against that photo frame. Face me."

Jenny's gaze flickered toward Jack’s frozen scowl before her shoulders relaxed, her posture melting into obedience. She leaned back, arching her spine until her heavy tits strained against the silk, her rose pink nipples like twin targets pressing tightly against the fabric.

CLICK

Samir clicked a photo, a simple one, nothing crazy. Just a test. Time for him to get some more crazy poses. His eyes closely tracked the bead of sweat which traced the deep valley between her breasts, vanishing beneath the straining silk.

"Should I... smile?" Jenny asked innocently. "I have not done anything like this before. You will have to help me, honey."

"Don't worry, Jenny," Samir reassured her, his thumb stroking the camera's warm casing. His eyes lingered on the sheer fabric stretched over her huge meat bags. "Just relax.... and trust me. Move the strap off your shoulder and bite your lip a little? Look...flirty? Like you're thinking about something delicious."