Jack's Mom

Samir wasn't aware of what effect it had on the surrounding people; what Jack was experiencing right now was confusion and haze. The conversation was almost like a time skip for him.

Allie's mind, on the other hand, was now open to suggestions, and Samir's voice grew stronger in her ears.

"Allie," he whispered, his voice carrying a strange, hypnotic quality, "why don't I join you guys for studying? My grades are also not very good. Please." He pleaded, acting in a very innocent manner, coming closer to her.

Allie looked at him, the confusion in her eyes slowly morphing into curiosity. "Sure, I guess. You can come with us," she said, gesturing to the seat across from her.

Jack's eyes were unfocused, the words barely registering.

Jack's voice grew faint, "What? No, I don't think that's a good idea." He tried to stand up, but his body didn't respond. It was like he was stuck in quicksand, unable to move.

Allie frowned, "Why not, Jack? It's okay if he wants to learn."

Jack felt a strange sensation, like someone was playing with his thoughts. "But, but..."

Samir stepped closer, his smile never wavering. "Come on, Jack. We're all just trying to get through this, right?"

Jack's eyes darted around the room, desperately searching for something familiar to cling to. The camera remained hidden, but its influence grew stronger with every passing second.

"I don't know, Allie," he finally managed to croak out.

Her eyes remained fixed on Samir, her thoughts a jumble of curiosity and a strange, inexplicable attraction.

Allie shrugged off Jack's concern with a playful giggle, "Don't be such a party pooper. Samir looks like he needs the help." She patted Jack's arm lovingly, her breasts jiggling slightly.

Jack's protests grew weaker, his body feeling as though it were made of lead. He slumped back into his chair, the fog thickening in his mind.

In the end, Jack had **** but to agree. Samir, the boy that Allie hated, will be coming with them to study; he couldn't believe this was happening.

"Hey, you, Jack said, picking up his bag aggressively and walking out with the odd couple behind them. "If you try anything, I will kill you," he threatened Samir.

Samir, on the other hand, was unconcerned by these threats. Just you wait, Jack, I would do much more and you would be happy for it, or least angry but couldn't do anything about it. Samir thought.

They reached Jack's house, a place that screamed of wealth and status, something that was starkly different from the shithole Samir called home. He had always envied Jack, not just for his house, but for Allie, his mom, who was still alive and his dad, who wasn't such a piece of shit. Samir blamed Jack for things that he was not responsible for.

The moment they entered, Samir couldn't help but feel a thrill at the prospect of what he was going to do; he didn't have a full plan, but it would come eventually. Just the thought of being able to devour the fresh, thick and juicy body of Allie was enough for him to cum.

Maybe he needed to work on his stamina, after all, he was still a pathetic virgin. The camera was buzzing in his bag, urging him on, whispering sweet nothings of power and control into his mind.

As soon as Jack opened the door, his mom welcomed them.

"Oh, sweetie, you are back? And you brought friends with you?!" She was wearing one of those tight traditional Chinese dresses that hugged her curves in all the right places.

Jack's mom, Mrs. Jenny Taylor, was a stunning woman. Her skin was smooth and flawless, as white as a pearl. Her dress was a beautiful shade of blue. It was a cheongsam, a Chinese dress that was tailored to showcase her hourglass figure.

It was so tight and fit that Samir was afraid she would rip it just by turning around in it. Although he wouldn't mind ripping that dress off of her, as the top part of the dress had a plunging neckline, which revealed the deep valley of her huge breasts, which looked like they had cotton stuffed in them.

Her breasts were the kind that defied gravity, pushing against the fabric as if they were trying to break free. The dress was tight around her waist, which made her ass look even more pronounced. Her legs looked long and slender in the black net stockings, with thighs holding up the meat to support the gravity-defying physique on the top floor. The way she walked made her ass sway and jiggle in a way that was impossible to ignore.

The camera in Samir's bag was practically singing to him, begging him to take a picture. But he knew better than to be hasty. This was his chance to get closer to Jack's mom, and he didn't want to blow it. Slow and steady fucks the most beautiful MILFS!