Photography session

Poor Jack, he didn't even realise what kind of mistake he had committed in the heat of the moment. The IN that Samir was waiting for, he handed out his Mom and girlfriend for Samir's enjoyment, to be his personal fucktoys.

Samir's lips curled into a predatory smile as the camera's pulsations intensified within his bag. "I'd love to," he murmured, his gaze drifting from Jack's furious face to Jenny's silk-clad chest. He knew this was his chance to begin the corruption of this Hot, meaty mother and dumb looking bitch.

Without breaking eye contact with Jack, Samir unzipped his bag and lifted the alien device. Its matte surface throbbed with captured energy—Allie's arousal from the bathroom, Jenny's lingering indignation, Jack's seething rage. The viewfinder glowed crimson as he angled it toward Jenny.

Let's focus on the meaty mother for now.

"UH, Jenny, would you mind being my model for now?" Samir timidly asked her.

Jenny started thinking for a second as Samir pointed his camera at her. She did encourage him and wanted to set a good example for her son.

"Of course, honey! Anything to show my silly son what ambition looks like." She flashed Samir a warm, motherly smile, smoothing her silk cheongsam.

"What? Why, my mom, just use anything else you freak?" Jack said, defensively. Not sure why, but he didn't have a good feeling about this now.

"What?! Mom!!!!"

"Shut up, Jack, you should learn from your friend, he is already doing something for his college. Allie, honey, do you wanna help too?" Jenny suddenly asked, turning towards Allie, who was just very interested in her books, all the while this debate was happening.

In Jenny's mind, if she roped Allie into this, then Jack might get motivated more. She was his girlfriend after all, and everyone knows boys would do anything for the girl they love. She knew how he looked at her.

"What ?!! You're even getting her into this?? Allie, babe, you don't have to say yes right. It is stupid." Jack pleaded, the feeling in his gut getting more and more profound.

"Umm...I wouldn't mind helping. I have also not put much thought into my college prospects for now." Allie said shyly, she was embarrassed about this fact.

As a straight-A student, everyone expected her to go down some real high achiever route. But she herself was not sure.

Samir was silent but chimed in at this point, "That's a good idea, Allie, you can try your hand at fashion, you have a very good sense!"

"Really? I mean, I try putting thought into what I wear"

"Oh yeah, I love watching you try on new clothes and fashion every day." Of course, the only fashion he cared about was Allie's tight tops stretched over her pillowy breasts, her pencil skirts riding up her thick thighs when she sat and those scandalous leggings outlining every curve of her ass in the cafeteria line.

He remembered last Wednesday’s wet dream where Allie was strutting through the halls in nothing but thigh-high stockings and a micro-skirt, her hips swaying like a hypnotic clock. Every guy was drooling as her tits bounced freely. How he’d jerked off imagining bending her over a locker, that skirt hiking up to reveal her creamy cheeks, pink panties wedged deep between her fat pussy lips.

He calmed himself down, very soon, Samir. He thought.

"Wait, Allie, you were interested in fashion?" Jack asked, amused.

"Oh yeah, I mean, you don't notice much," Allie said, twirling around. Giving a view of her magnificent ass.

"Ok, listen! Here's what we would do." Samir jumped in, not giving Jack any chance to redeem himself.

"We will have a photography session, where sexy Jenny will be our model and Allie will be responsible for picking out clothes with me. How does that sound?"

Jenny and Allie agreed.